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Intentionally Left Blank
by louis gander I look through all my papers. I search but cannot find. Exploring notes and all my files, I hunt my absent mind. But I can't find them anywhere. I seek throughout the day. I cannot sleep as stars come out Have I... something to say? But I can't find the words to use. Thoughts pierce me like a knife. My life could be much better if pure words rhymed with my life. Escapes me, though, the letters that float away on streams, winding through the rapids fast, that disappear with dreams. Oh, how can rhyming phrases flow and sentences galore - when I can't find mere letters here? The phrases come no more. If only I could find them... the words, so you could know 'em, then I could write the stanzas down in one breathtaking poem. Instead, I guess I'm getting old and running out of words that float away on rivers or are carried off with birds... So here I sit with naught to say - so let me just be frank. Who'd care to read another line? (intentionally left blank) Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |