ideas

I have learned that good words come
by going into the white page
with our without ideas.
this gives them time flourish and
give rise to more
creative thought.
though sitting here
on the illuminated screen I
feel for a moment that the idea is no more
empty than this poem.
maybe I have tried too hard.

so I sit, stupid with the heater humming as the clock
turns to another second, minute, hour
days wasted like this.
a brain like a red in the wall.