A Blank Page Poem by Helen Crutchett

You scribbled scratchy sentences
On the pages of my life
Ripped and threw them away. _____

Wind whipped words
Into a scattered theme
Today I have a blank page and
The ink-well is as empty as my Soul ___

Why did you destroy my poems?
Whisked away with sonnets and Odes
Was all I held dear _______

I can't write again another sad story line
It's too much to bear. _____

What shall I do with an empty life?
A useless possession when one has
No words to compose and
Nobody to write them to. _____




(c) Helen Crutchett