I am captive to the blank page before me.
Unable to write.
I cannot free myself from ink squiggles, text in straight lines;
My feelings are mute; the white page - frozen silence.
The words - forced out of the ice; knocking an ice tray against the kitchen counter.
The cubes later clank to cool a glass of juice or wine.
Dissolution, icy essence melting, relations in the world.
Feelings blocked in- cubes until they are released from white boxy space.
Force fields of Electric power keeps them frozen. Then the cubes, released, melt and cloak the glass in perspirative beads, crystal on crystal.
Release of emotions, the beads puddle on the table and the floor, my eyes too perspire until I see no more only feel the cool trace on my face.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
I am captive to the blank page before me.
Unable to write.
I cannot free myself from ink squiggles, text in straight lines;
My feelings are mute; the white page - frozen silence.
The words - forced out of the ice; knocking an ice tray against the kitchen counter.
The cubes later clank to cool a glass of juice or wine.
Dissolution, icy essence melting, relations in the world.
Feelings blocked in- cubes until they are released from white boxy space.
Force fields of Electric power keeps them frozen. Then the cubes, released, melt and cloak the glass in perspirative beads, crystal on crystal.
Release of emotions, the beads puddle on the table and the floor, my eyes too perspire until I see no more only feel the cool trace on my face.