hello blank page
can you offer
miracles of clarity and depth
a classic ballet of syllables
sans effort (from me)
no need to pine
for a well-spun phrase
beginnings surround
ideas without form, first lines
silence beyond
an impatient gardener am i
checking roots
upending tender shoots
wishing not to wait
let an idea develop
as a good writer ought
inspired poems have come
and gone
bestowing charity
first stanzas nearly written
their relatives are sure to visit
some glorious future hour
demanding i take up
pen and parchment
dictate, translate
paint their reality
breathe life, texture
onto their bones
but not today