Blank Verse

But, soft, what light through yon-der win-dow breaks?

It is the east, and Jul-iet is the sun.

A-rise, fair sun, and kill the en-vious moon,

Who is al-read-y sick and pale with grief

That thou her maid art far more fair than she.

-Shakespeare

Blank Verse by Jamie W.

 I miss the keyboard,

even the pen

that always

leaks,

leaving behind

trademark blots

of blue ink.

 

Sometimes

I try to

I remember.

Those days

I would write and

publish, 

but now

my refrigerator door

stays empty

and cold.

Magnetic fruit beg for a purpose.

 

I sit.

At a blank screen

where the cruel cursor

winks at me,

in mockery.

 

I used to know how.

I would type and create

masterpieces.

In just thirty minutes,

I'd have my own Bob Ross painting.

But now the words vanish,

as I search for the next thing to write ...

Questions:

1. Do blank verse poems rhyme?

2. What is the difference between a blank verse poem and a free verse poem.