Collection of Dust

by Jacklyn   Sep 14, 2005


The poem which lost its words,
leaving the lines blank and unheard.
Never to reach the poetic world,
Creativity lost, evaporating thoughts,
conserving ink sitting idol and unused.

A blank sheet of lines,
collecting dust as time ticks by,
because a poet gave up,
this blank sheet of paper lost it's potential.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Spirit

    Nice Jod, my First time here but your a better poet

  • 19 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    I tried to write something like this in my poem, scribe scribble unwritten. To write the unwritten poem would be a challenge indeed.

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Ooooh, I like this! It really makes me want to log of this computer and get to writing! I often ponder the thing's I could've written when inspiration strikes and I ignore it.....This poem personifies that! Great job~Holly

  • 19 years ago

    by JJ

    Inspiring and beautiful. you did an outstanding job on this piece. As always, your work captures my attention and keeps me coming back to read more. Never stop writing!

  • 19 years ago

    by ElegantlyWasted

    Hey Jacklyn,

    This is deffinatley that "spark" of a piece i've needed to read. And quite true i might add. I guess most can relate - I in the fact i waste my time daydreaming when i could be at least writing - regardless of my talent or not.

    Nicely put sweetie,
    Luv,
    -Kalah.