Martas poems for Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

She just can't write

A blank page stares back at her from top of her desk. She is pen in hand, ready to go, but words refuse to flow, and ideas that just a while ago seemed so worthy of a line melt into her many thoughts, slipping by her troubled mind. What had he done to her, he with his golden words, that so tenderly... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by Sinome at 3:01 PM | add or view comments (19) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry
November 2008
SMTWTFS
2627282930311
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30123456
Oct | Newest | Dec
About this Blog

I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them.

Recent Entries
Blogs

Copy (or write down) this entry's web address (URL), which is:

Next, go to the email or web page where you want to link to this entry, and paste (or type) the web address.

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy - Try Gozoof!
Copyright © 2009 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.