A poem about not being able to write a poem is even harder to write than nothing at all. This poem tries to capture that feeling.

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I shake my head,
And frown into
A virtual page of white --
This screen --

That lights my face
In this otherwise dark room
That we have been trying to heat
Against the storm

That blows as if to extinguish
Our little box of light.
The white of the screen
Mimics the white

Of the fields and forest
Hidden by the blackness
That turns the windows into mirrors. . .
In which I see myself

Trying to write.
But no poem comes,
Even though this sweetest of worlds
Deserves to be remembered.

All I can do is stare
Into the ominous white noise
Of the virtual
Page of white.

Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.


He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.