Wordless Poem by bob barci
Wordless
No words glide from my pen.
I take too much time searching for words.
I end up staring into space
trying to come up with something to say.
My pen will never need to be refilled or thrown away.
Empty pages will fill these books.
What good are all the pens and paper
I can get my hands on
if I am wordless?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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