Sunday, March 7, 2010

Writer's block; here's a sonnet from high school.

overusable words.

It’s worked for so many before me:
our overused language produced
three overusable words
and this overusable way of saying them.
the note I left you took up only four lines
but I left you the full sheet of paper.
the spaces left on the page are the silences
where we both long to speak
those overusable words.
Even now as I write, they are garish and screaming.
I’ll keep leaving half-empty sheets of paper,
and welcome you to fill in the words yourself.
While I cannot convince myself to write them down,
you must realize I am thinking them.

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