Blankness
Stares out of the page
Stares out through my eyes
Blanknesses
Collide
Text squeezes out
Tired, black letters
Crawl onto the horizon
Like sun-beaten camels
In an arid desert
A word is a word
Given, given
Not to be broken
"A poem a day"
"A poem a day"
My hard taskmaster
You have bled me dry
Slow stanzas form
With no humidity
No moistness
A poem has now sprouted
This is outrageous!
This is immaculate conception!
Funny, funny
How this turns out
Reader, mine
My lovely
Reader, mine
Tell me
What make you
Of this
Noble, noble
Bastard-child?
-
Chandni Girija
April 17, 2021
Day 17 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
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