Align – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

My apologies for the lack of contact. I’m working to realign myself with the muse and to refocus my heart.

Sometimes there’s too much noise, too many opinions, too much ugly in the world. The mind gets clogged up with it all.

Here is an attempt at confronting my writer’s block head-on to free myself.

A new free verse poem waits below.

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Align:

When the grief lessened,
the pen, too, seemed to run dry

As if the mind
has no say in such things

As if it isn't enough
to want to create


While in alignment, 
the poems drip from every surface

When out, things
are what they seem and nothing more

The words struggle through 
thickets, ripping themselves open


trying
to find their way back

to the page


-Brandon White