Dilemma

Dilemma


Blank page staring
Staring at me
Yet I am the author
Striving to be.
Words cross my mind
But travel not through the heart.
Without a beginning,
How can I start?

Blank page staring
Staring at me
I’m wracking my brains
But it’s as empty as can be.
I peel off the lines
To find the hidden proof
Yet, there the page remains
Naked, empty, aloof.

Blank page staring
Staring at me
Is this how Hamlet felt
Reduced to a soliloquy?
Round and round the head
But never on the page.
This writer’s curse
Has locked me in a cage


Blank page staring
Staring at me
Why is it that I capture
Not one profundity?
Has my mind gone empty
To match the page?
Or could this dearth
Bring forth a Sage?

Blank page staring
Staring at me
Maybe it would be better
Just to let you be free.
Not to encumber your space
To satisfy my pride
And bend to whispered words
On which all pretensions glide.

Blank page staring
Staring at me
Perhaps I’m guilty of some iniquity.
Did I pump out words
Like a whore throws looks?
Maybe what the world needs
Is more trees and less books