OFF THE PAGE

OFF THE PAGE

I was writing about
the world
but it all
got very
faint
and small

like a film dissolve
set to permanent

and those strong words
powerful words
there to express
energy, vigour,
passion, life

went elsewhere;
refused to show
their faces

leaving me
in my watercolor world
pigments merging
everything
that might have made
this a poem
dripping off the page

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