Blank Pages
Empty lines
Seems I’ve been sitting for ages.
Points of pencils seem so fine.
Inspiration light
Mind bursts
The paper and pencil fight
My heart is immersed
Beautiful stanzas
Perfect breaks
Words dance with such extravaganza
Making my readers minds quake
Graceful rhymes
Feeling the tone
Revising takes the most time
I won’t stop until the lines flow
Scratched words
Side Notes
Changing words that sound absurd
And ending with the glossy coat
Rewritten perfectly
Final copy
Everything seems so correct
And no longer sloppy
Heart’s satisfied
Hands ache
But I hold with such pride
My words that are awake