To Fill-Up an Empty Page
There will be times when
you must lose your mind
forget all you have learned
to fill-up an empty page.
There will be gross stops
and sudden tugs along the way,
places where the words snag
like, in Block-City, where you
have to stop and reflect upon
what your writing teacher
said at the roundtable when
he frowned at you like a worn-
out, hag-ridden cop, angry
because an accident occurred
when you stopped before an
onslaught of tough language
that growled and lurched like
a lion in a hive of hyenas.
You confused being a poet
with being a preacher. In
writing, you only save your-
self, maybe one, or more
onlookers, if you are lucky.
Write! as if you are the last
human left in this broken
world, one, in which you
couldn't allow another to
further wreck, nor to fix.
—Willie James King, Member of the Military Family
Willie is a widely published poet. He resides in Montgomery, AL. His latest book, The House in the Heart, is available at http://www.williejamesking.com or from Amazon.com.