Challenge
"The pages are empty, and yet they still taunt me with invisible words... " Use this as the beginning to your new poem that will answer a question of your own choosing.
Muse-ical Madness
The pages are empty,
and yet...
they still taunt me
with invisible words.
Ether's smile shapes
silhouettes, fleeting...
greeting every
gasp of inspiration.
Elation?
Each creation explodes
expectation far past
lazy days wounded
with empty
wells of waiting.
Ink me up baby.
No time for down
trod dilatory dandies,
whining tearful
over lagging lust
for verse.
We curse. Then,
with truss and tendril
bend will and word to
finest fill of parchment
waiting.
Or pass to madness trying.
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