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Writers Block

I rummage through
the file cabinets of my mind
seeking inspiration,
but finding none
the barren white paper
seems to mock me
"C'mon, aren't you going to write anything?"
But no, I'm not,
because I have writers block!
~Pablo

Cherry Blossom

I climb into the aged cherry blossom tree
that has lived in my backyard for hundreds of years
I lie on its strong lower branches
I gaze up into the sky
which is crisscrossed with thin frail shoots
the spiderweb of heaven
I feel at ease with the world
I am at peace
I close my eyes and
forget
forget everything

Dr. Seuss

My Type of Day

Pale golden leaves scattered the ground
You can hear the rain,
Pitter pattering
on the brick path and terra cotta roof.

The trees are swaying,
Slowly and silently,
The sky an almost white-grey fortress of light,
Not dismal,
Not totally dark,
Casting a brilliant shadow
On everything beneath it,
And making the world look like a color palette.

The darkness is lifted
Like a heavy curtain
But the light sky chooses when to drop
Tiny gleaming rain drops which cling to everything.

The tree's bark is a dark relaxing black
And compelements the leaves
In a most magical way--
Dropping, falling
And here I sit on an old blue cooler,
Just sitting
And watching the rain

Writer Geek

Dust

Dust

The grandfather clock in the living room,
Consumed by the sandstorm.
The table of pictures,
covered in a blanket.
The cupboard in the dining room,
captured by the floating snow.
All revived by the touch of a rag,
 by the liquid that exterminates it all.
For now.
But when each piece of dust lands,
The rag will do its duty
Again.
And Again.
And Again.
A stalemate in chess,
two kings left on the table.
But one false move,
a few months wasted
and dust
will emerge
victorious.

Toad

The Candy War

 The Candy War

"Okay then,"
I say,
"do it."
Not expecting anything
I am surprised
when an Oreo cookie
hits me in the
stomach.
That's how it all
began.
I quickly come to
my senses
and realize that
my friend
threw my cookie.
I whip
a bag of M+M's at
her.
My other friend dives in
and blocks them
with his neck causing
them to shower
my third friend in an
explosion of color.


         -Moo Cow

Lost in the Woods

Lost in the Woods

Ribbons of wind
flick the leaves
and make them dance
upon the ground
like puppets without strings
or memories without owners.

The sky darkens.
A glowing sphere
of milky light
casts long shadows
along the ground
and newborn stars
wink
wink
wink.

Out in the distance
a shape
of a creature
silhouetted alone
against the sky
howling
bone chilling
but beautiful.

The pine trees quiver
the wind ribbons fray
drifting away
the moon
sinks lower
lower
and the sun
comes up
to unite the day.

Writer Geek