Saturday, November 6, 2010

Writer’s Block

An evenly lined sheet lays open.
Kings, queens, castles and pawns
Sculpted into fine masterpieces,
stand in a trance of blacks and whites.
Lamp shines low. Details
overshadowed by hues of grey.

A hand holds a piece, settles in
a period of silence, experiences
a comma to think, to breathe,
to wait for its turn to
move. Too long.

Stimulation lost.

Hand off piece.

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