Day Fifty Five: 16th September 2012

WORDS?

When will the words come?
Syllables disjointed, prose bland,
Lacking harmony.
Broken white lines,
On an endless highway,
Sounds unuttered, fall flat,
Stumbling onward.
A neverending stream of tar,
Through a dry, barren desert.

Words? : Pastel and Pencil on Paper


© Dawn Whitehand 2012

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