how do i compose this note to you?
i stare down into my scalding cup of tea. steam dampens my cheeks, my lashes. my vision becomes misty. i run the back of my hand over my eyes.
absent-mindedly i flip through the pages of a dusty, old book as if looking for.....what? a guide, a how-to manual, a roadmap, some definitive answer to the way the letters of the alphabet should be arranged to reach you?
the pages are yellow. the spine is cracked. my hands shake. a spot appears on the paper and is absorbed. i am lost. the words i was shaping shift and slink like phantasms back onto the night.
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I'm having difficulty posting coments, so I hope you get this one. Your poems, There is an emptiness on the page and How do i compose this note to you? , really discribe a writer's dilemma.
Uva
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