Mocking

by Harley
(wayenken1@aol.com)

I stare at the blank page -
pen poised - primed to begin.
The blank page stares back -
mocking in its stark whiteness.

Words tumble - crashing into each other.
Thoughts cascade into chaos.
No one thought illuminating the way.
No inspiration to guide them.

I stare at the scribbles on the page.
Pen poised. Waiting. Hopeful.
The scribbles stare back.
Mocking in their lack of depth.

² (jce) 11/8/00