A couple of poems

I wrote these in creative writing class and liked them a lot. Enjoy!

Writer's Block

Blank page

Empty, white and clean.

It taunts me.

Potential -

there's so much there,

but nothing comes.

Make a mark,

a line,

a doodle -

anything to mar that white.

Still, nothing comes.

What if nothing ever comes?

Can this empty page

take away what I am,

how I define myself?

Why is my most important tool

so menacing?

Emma

You dance wildly,

not caring who sees.

You run with an energy I envy.

Then, you are by my side,

a picture of innocence.

You giggle madly

and tug my arm,

begging so plainly,

grinning wide.

Already, you know I will give in.

I could never refuse you.

Hard to say no to a five year old.