writing prompt

why i struggle to write poetry...

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo,
and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly,
I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight,
to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Richard Wright

_sunrise through trees

I have no words.
Bound by the familiar and mundane,inarticulate,
I wait and I listen for another’s echo.
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