A maze of black and white emptiness <br />Fills me with a sense of craziness. <br />Empty spaces are waiting to be filled- <br />With words finely ground and milled. <br />Do I speak first, or should you? <br />We already filled silences with shoes <br />Thrown, with cross words scratched down- <br />One: stupid, Two: liar, Three: clown. <br />Crosswords are only paper- rip ours up <br />Put your new words, kind ones, in my cup; <br />We'll share a cup of tea in kindness. <br />Cross words fade... they aren't timeless.<br /><br />Bonnie Shipman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossword-2/
