• Trying to figure out what to draw
    Spare time in class, nothing to do
    Nothing seems to come to mind
    The page stays blank

    I start to draw random lines
    But then those lines are quickly erased
    My pencil waits to start a sketch
    But the page stays blank

    Suddenly I begin to write
    simple statements, nothing more
    Slowly, words come together
    The page is now less blank

    I feel a rush of excitement now
    as I watch some stanzas take shape
    Slowly a poem takes form
    And the page is no longer blank