writers lament

pulp fiction- sun and sand photography

sun and sand photography
sun and sand photography

writers lament

A whirlwind blows
in a desert of white pages
Eardrums ring
in the unbearable silence
*Keep writing* the inner voice commands
Before the window slides shut
and the vision has vanished
Fill the void and hush the insanity
as pencil sings in the paper forest
Like the thorn bird taking its final bow
I must write or never be heard
in a desert of my own making

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Enigmatic Me 7 years ago from East Coast Canada

Connected we all are... all the more when thoughts are shared. Thanks.

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I*n*v*i*c*t*u*s 7 years ago

wow ~ amazing piece...we are indeed all connected.

Thank you!

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Visionary Poet 7 years ago from northwest florida Author

Thank you. your kind words mean the world and keep me writing.

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Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

Well written and exactly right. :)

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amyjosprague 7 years ago from http://manic-truth.blogspot.com

yup, you nailed it

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