The writer’s morning (a poem)

What will this day bring? This, for starters…

Facing the blank page
on a brand new day

What marks will I make?
What will they say?
Will I cross them out and try again?

Perhaps I’ll stare at the ghostly photographs
inviting new inspiration

What if the images trigger no thoughts?
Will I write anyway?
Or get up and walk away?

It’s a strange proposition
this thing called writing
You never know where it’s going to lead
or what it will reveal

Therein lies the adventure…

(27 January 2015)