Tuesday, September 13, 2016



The Writer

I close my eyes,
And clear my mind.
What’s left to write,
What words to rhyme.

It’s all been said,
A thousand times.
What can I add,
What words align.

What right have I,
To speak my mind.
To add a verse,
Perhaps opine.

My brains a whirl,
with words and thoughts.
I’m frozen stiff,
And tied in knots.

I close my eyes,
And clear my mind.
The words will come,
And I’ll be fine.  

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole

No comments: