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Trying to come up with another poem with alliteration for today’s assignment on Writing 201: Poetry. Drawing a blank…on EVERYTHING.

words none


The house is quiet
the music is soft
my tea is hot
my pen aloft.

Now where are the words
I thought were mine?
I’ve dreamt of writing
for such a long time.

But here I sit
alone and mute
no thoughts or feelings
to impute.

I guess I will
go back to bed
till something fills
my empty head…