Why did you stop writing
when I know you have the words?
Your blank white pages
wait for your return.
Are you there?
Are you well?

I lost many words
during years I did not
believe I could find them
out on the tender and vast
landscape of my own living being
stretched across the years.

I did not know they were there
waiting for me to find them.
They did not call with loud voices
but lay silent all along
the paths of the green fields
of my one and only life.

I am gathering them up now,
words along the wayside fallen.
I will arrange them in lines
on the forbidding white page
making, fashioning, creating
a poem from me to you.

Our words – we string them together
as best we can – a gift
we were given from birth.
They help to patch holes
we’ve left behind us.
They help to create the way before us
into the green fields of our lives.

Portland, Oregon – June 23, 2019

I follow a few poetry blogs but noticed I’d not seen writing from some for a long time. I wonder what happened that they stopped writing?  There may be very good reasons. I know that it took many years for me to start up again, so there is hope for all writers out there.  Just start again, I beg you!