Poem High School Essay
...high above the lamp,
They taunt me with promises, swiftly slipping
Out of reach. I despair; push paper, pen and light away.
The silent stillness smothers me; the night is growing old
And stale. Ideas elude me and words are not my friends,
They have no wish to join me in the lost and empty spaces
Between lines, on lines, blankness, stark and cold.
They must be taken, from head, to hand to pen... Marquita L. Franklin Maryniak English 1102 MIND GAMES In the solid silence of a deep, dark night, I sit in solitude. Nothing moves except my
Elusive thoughts. They are dancing out of my grasp,
As I seek to capture them, to give them life.
In my circle of light, they swirl and sway.
Dipping, curving, arcing hi...