Poem 13

Speechless, unable to create words that normally flow freely from my heart, my soul, my mind. I can not bring them forth to do my work justice and frustration sets in. Writer’s block like a Jersey barrier.   Eve Remillard 8/13/2016

Poem 15

Pen to paper no ink, no thoughts come. Where are the words that come unbidden as I drift off to sleep or observe life passing by? Where are the words I drown in as I am overcome with emotion or love?   Eve Remillard 6/14/2015