Rest my fingers
until the keyboard
flickers alive
and I am able to write.
Some days,
poetry stifles my limbs
and I am heavy with writer’s block.
I close my eyes
and rest my body in stanzas,
until I can dream a new poem
to pin to the page.
Rest my fingers
until the keyboard
flickers alive
and I am able to write.
Some days,
poetry stifles my limbs
and I am heavy with writer’s block.
I close my eyes
and rest my body in stanzas,
until I can dream a new poem
to pin to the page.