Wednesday, November 01, 2006


My daughter has unfortunately inherited my occasional bouts of writer's block (I haven't blogged lately, as you can tell) This is a problem for Sarah because she is occasionally graded upon her abilities to write. She was coming up blank for a poem due in class... and this is what she came up with:


Blank, Nothing, Empty.
It stares up at me expecting words, sentences, paragraphs.
But I can't. I'm just
It looks up and asks me
"Why? Why must you leave my pages empty?
Must you forever leave me a book of nothing-
My face bare?"
Sincere apologies my friend,
But I can't. I'm just
I think until I can no longer.
My head is no longer the abyss of words it once was.
And so, my friend, I must leave you
Empty, Nothing, Blank.

- © 2006, Sarah E. McCracken

I wasn't this sharp when I was 13. I'm still not.



Anonymous said...

Sarah, I love it. Completely honest. It captures feelings that most, if not all, writers expereince from time to time. Keep up the good work.

Scott Alford

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed reading Sarah's poem. Her thoughts show great maturity.
See you all next week!