A Spark of Movement

Poetry

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

A blank stare
out of the bay window,
ideas brewing,
but nothing taking shape.

A blank page
staring back at me,
the empty lines
waiting patiently.

The notebook hopeful
that words will start running
page after page,
filling the space.

Looking around,
grasping at anything
for one word or thought
to spark the beginnings
of a story or poem.

Movement in the trees
finally gives way,
words flooding my brain,
a wave of sentences
flowing endlessly
along the fresh pages
of the notebook.

The journey
of a new story
begins once again.

© Dave Logan 2025

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