Verse

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 12, 2018 

I stare at the blank page,
waiting for the words to appear.
They are in my head,
all a jumble.
All rushing to be the first word wrote.
I try to fathom what they mean,
try to put them into some order.
It's no good.
I'll have to start again.

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 16, 2018 at 3:01pm
We all have those days ...........don't despair.....
Kenvil Atkins commented on Jan 22, 2020 at 4:02pm
Very talented that gal love your poems

 

 

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