Would you care to dance? To dance with me
On floor of hardboard, sawdust and reality?
There are many steps to learn and share
Just dance to the rhythm of our hearts
Would you like to dance without a care?
© Len Williams ~ Carver

WRITERS BLOCK|
looking out over these vast woods
staunchly standing oak and walnut trees line the
back fence and beyond, of this place,
I watch as the sun begins to fade away
arrived here at this place
for peace, quiet and clarity
To clear the baggage of my mind
to somehow remember who I am
and what I am meant to do…
A bird  breaks the silence
with its mating call by song
a small wind ruffles the leaves in
the trees, those to on the ground
washing thoughts from my mind
thoughts of self-doubt and shame
Doubt that I can write…
shame that I do not
words lurch around in my head
yes that is what they do, they
Bounce around in turbulence
like some large jet plane in the winds
I have so much to convey
If only to form the way…
To put the words together
a sembalence of sense
I have composition notebooks
scraps of paper thin, napkins
written on too.
Words, words tell me what to do!!
With a gentle sound I look
I hear the lap of a brook
Peace descends like a warm cloak
mind suddenly free of the clench
I find  words are coming fast
 sit on a stone bench
with pencil in hand
I have formed words to scribble.