Stumped- Feb 8th
The whiteness of the page
taunting me with its emptiness
I strive to colour it with
letters, words, phrases
The page is no longer empty for sure,
But now its shallowness
persists on mocking me...
I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest...
Arunima said...
ReplyDeletenay, there is no shallowness in words and phrases that came from the heart.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011 9:07:00 AM
Ardra said...
Thank you Arunima, but finding words sometimes seems such a chore...and yet I want to...
Thursday, February 10, 2011 1:40:00 PM
Anonymous said...
Hey Ardra,
You are still doing it. I am too lazy to attempt.
Thursday, February 10, 2011 6:58:00 PM