Poetry

Empty Pages

Empty Pages

Empty pages
Staring back at me
Leaves in the wind
Catching the breeze

Frozen: a moment in time
Never wanting to forget
The energy spent
An ancient lament

Give me ink and quill
So I could make it happen
The reeds whisper in my ear
The blossom flowers flicker past my eyelids

I could click my fingers
Break the spell
But not today, they say
Not today

10 April 2021

Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.
Cotswolds, UK