Staring At the Pages

Staring At the Pages

By

Jose M. Euvin

 

 

Sometimes

I stare at my notebook

For periods of time

Yet my mind goes

Blank

 

My soul grows quiet

And

My heart feels cold

 

Where did all go?

Where are my feelings?

 

For now

I grow impatient

Waiting

For the time to come

For it to return

 

I look forward

To you

Coming back again

 

Reviews

[melissa]

I look forward to reading more of your poems

[Barbara Walker]

I feel like you were saying there is someone you're waiting for who causes you to feel, rather than just waiting for your feelings to return, themselves. The absence of the person causes your heart to feel cold. In the fourth stanza you refer to "it", but in the fifth, you state, "you". Did you leave out a word in the third stanza, the first line? You write in the plural with the word "feelings, but then in the singular with "it".
Did you mean to write it that way? With just a little re-writing, this is an excellent poem. Barbara

[Jennifer]

I get the same feeling, my problem is distraction

[Emily B]

I like this. Honest and feeling.

[El-Enano]

Sounds like writers block.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sounds like another case of writer's block, or a lost love? Thank you for sharing. Debileah