Parched

Aaaargh!
I wrote the parchment empty
nothing comes to mind.
No nouns, verbs or adjectives,
no loving lullabies.

Sigh. . .
Even my canvass is empty.
No oils, acrylics or watercolor puddles,
no lush wet upon stretched
canvass, dried,
Only Gesso white
and the tears I’ve cried.

Hmmm,
I sang the song silent
No notes, melody or song
no lover’s serenade or
chords where they belong.


I’m writing a parchment empty
still, nothing comes to mind.
No nouns, verbs or adjectives,
no loving lullabies.

I’m writing the paper clean.