Monday, June 30, 2008

Writer's Block in Paradise

Silky sundown
Seeps into my soul

Swaying softly into the breeze
the trees grasp the shade
like ghosts drifting towards graves

Surrounded by soliloquies
and children singing folk songs

I search the blank pages
for a sweet melody

Only to be rewarded by
Silence and stillness

Poems of love
and lazy lives
Linger somewhere

Yet I close the journal
without penning a word

For some moments
get lost in translation
and are left alone
without languid language


White Rose said...

Oh this is so well done! Completely immersed and seeing without language.


Sayani said...

really stacey we sometime enter into memory lane where we can never express the feelings beneath
wonderful ....