Blog 2017, Other Poetry, Uncategorized


A blank page tries to stare me down.
Devoid of words, the empty space
surrounds my mind and
fills it up with little thoughts.

Forget-me-nots, that’s what they are.
Just IOUs awaiting payment.
A keen arrangement with the empty sheet.
How sweet it is and very neat.

A thought takes shape, the space is bare
but ink conveys a tender kiss.
Sprawling there my words resist
the emptiness I cannot bear.

That lonely space is now set free.
The story flows and grows
into a mighty tree where
thoughts to be are simply floating leaves.

I climb that tree so all can see
and leave behind a memory.
Across the page, no longer bare,
I stare into infinity.


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