Clad in yellow

broken, in flecks

of white.



to be filled.




for me

to fill it.

Blue lines

of demarcation


I open my mind

the flow begins.

Empty space

filled with thought.

My ideas

are received

silently, unceasingly.

As the empty space shrinks.

When I finish

I feel spent,

but my notebook

holds it’s breath.

A silent vacuum

in the creation

of my dreams.

It waits to be filled.


About Derek Rizzo

Author and poet since I remember, I finally decided to live my dream. I'm writing a fantasy novel. Follow-me to share my progresses and glimpses of my story as it comes to life.

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