While dealing with my Writer's Block Stint, I wrote a whole many poems that just weren't up to snuff. So I thought, seeing there really was a lot of these scraps laying around, that I should retool as many as I could, and so I created this Outtake From The Block Files. This is the first. The original was about 5 pages long, mainly prose. Obviously you can tell there was a ton discarded. Anyhow, here's the first of this series, one which I'll add to as I find the time to go through all that remains.
A
painted archway above the seams
Speaks
the story in mind for me
Dry
as blank canvas,
Begging
for light
To
breathe
To
wade
Without
sanction
To
immerse memory
With
visions to come
Serendipity
lives
Within
every passage
Within
every yet to dream
