WRITER’S PERGATORY
I see the words forming
then breaking– remaking
sentences that once made sense
now nonsense,
wispy tendrilled clouds
of dissipating incense, disseminating
dislocated images
leaving me to stare at a blank page
with nothing to share
save frustration
at my lack of imagination -
The ideas and memories of words
no longer there, made and unmade
on the blank page where I stare.
