Staring at my blank page
I thought I’d write with nothing doing
By letting words just write themselves
To see if they have something brewing
I use this aimless method
To keep me straying from the line
Filled with words of any form
And then pretend that they are mine
I do this often when I’m clueless
All too frequently I stare
Optimistically I wait and see
If I can use whatever’s there
Then when I’ve counted sixteen lines
I check the state of my despair
Released from blank page emptiness
The blank page gone I do declare
This fab rhyme inspired by
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