Writer’s Block

Such distance
Between heart and tongue.
Touch intention
And it disappears.
Thoughts that reside
Within hollow walls
Have no bones to hold them,
Only wishful thinking that
Twists them into the shapes
Of straw animals.
Blown away upon the wind
They become dancing reflections
Of what could have been.

© Anne D. Salyer

Featured Writer at “Creative Talents Unleashed Writers Group”
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