Writer’s Block

Write write write

hasn’t this fight already been fought?

if I had any thoughts to write

maybe I could write when I ought

-E

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Stripped Away

It was too much to gaze
upon the glory of God
All left in a reverent daze
Knelt our human skins, awed

But if they gazed instead at me
stunned and blinded, we who fell
surely would speechless be
at the soul inside the human shell

Rain

The rain on the windowpane
blurs the girl standing out in the lane
or the face in the window of the train
and the poet would sit here and feign
to contemplate the world’s pain, then — halt
look to a raindrop as to a grain of salt.

Is it not a slight madness
that we take this prescription sadness?
Perhaps if we had had less
of this rain we’d be glad — yes
and not mourn the sky’s vastness, as though every cloud
were draping the world in the blackness of a shroud.

– E