inspiration – Poetic Meanderings

Blank Page

This empty space, a white light reminding me to write something, express some thought, forge a poem by linking words to form an image, evoke a memory, connect emotion to some bright spot of my everyday, but this morning the curser blinks incessantly, and I sit, uninspired, and that becomes my only offering. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “Blank Page”

Puddle

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” — Robert Frost A poem hovers somewhere above me, just out of reach, I know there is something I need to free, some image to get out, but just now I am preoccupied with a pain in myContinue reading “Puddle”