between the eye and the paper
hovers a space of nonentity.
hands anesthetize
for newfangled poetry.
stint of motionless body
like a trance deeper than me.
no randomness, no spontaneity—
letters, bleak to find words.
collapsing in barren savannah.
all thoughts in hollowness,
2011
chester maynes 
I feel this…’the hollowness’ sometimes. Thanks for liking my posts. I appreciate your visits.
you’re welcome and thanks to you too! 🙂
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Yeah – a not nice feeling – I wonder if you wrote this when you were feeling this way, or later?
it was a time when I felt too empty that I can’t even start to write a simple poem…
i really like the choice of words that you use! 🙂
thanks Melanie! 🙂
interesting poem..expresses bleakness very well..