blank pages make me outright crazy
they make me feel I have a personal duty
to fill them as so I won't be lazy
right now memories of poems past written
are hazy
this was not written to defer or daze the'
it's more like a way to fill a simple need
you'll see what I mean as you continue to read
I don't know exactly why but I do
so desperately need to write
not stemming from any negative feelings such as
jealousy or spite
but more so like, I must do this
so I don't lose my precious inner sight
I have to describe to you what I see in my mind
what wonderous and not so wonderous thoughts chase
each other about from the front to behind
when written out
these words like children help me to unwind
forever in poetry my soul is bind
my mind unclutters and clears and feels fantasticly
fresh and new
if one has the ability to write so freely
such as this
what else can one do.............
(written Jan 22,1991)