In honour of National Novel Writing Month . . .
Ode to a Bare Page
Once again, I sit and stare
At my paper clean and bare.
Wishing for the words to come
So I can fill the page with some.
A feast of thoughts, I long to spread
Upon this table with my lead.
Perhaps if I just wait a while,
Or see what’s in my idea file,
I’ll know how to begin again.
I think I’ll go and find my pen…