Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Rara Avis
Fair to middlin'
The blank page plays with me,
enticing me with blank spaces
and c知on ya know ya wanna.
My head is a ticker tape parade
of cascading confetti ideas.
And I am blankly blinking
at my cursor blankly blinking at me
while I play hide and seek with my muse.
My muse is seeking solace and solitude
to sooth her aching soul.
These times, they trouble her heart
to see so much hate seething on the streets.
She cries for all the craziness
that kills innocents in its crossfire.
She wails over those poor souls
of religious and ethnic persecution.
Her deepest moans resonate with the children
that are starving, orphaned, abused and trafficked.
Her body throbs with the pain of the alone, lonely and bullied.
She weeps heartbroken words incoherently.
Fear flutters from her fingertips as she wipes her eyes.
Helpless to help her, I can only empathize.
I must leave her be in her misery
until she is ready to speak to me.
Her sadness is painful to see.
It will soon turn to outrage,
then she値l come find me.