Empty Page

By forest_for_ever

Mon, 15 Oct 2018
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Empty Page

 

Empty, expectant, quivering

With blank expression

The page lay shivering.

Harbinger, messenger.

Lover’s cooing call,

Or summons to battle

The pen could name them all.

What would the page be bearing?

Framed with gold,

Lauded forever

Or in anger purged by fire?

Truths born in heaven

Or false promises

Spawned by the eternal liar?

The page waits for the quill.

For you and me to essay

.....It’s waiting still.

Certificate U
Poem
My Twighlight Days
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by HarryC on

Ah, the tyranny of the empty page!

Looks like you filled this one nicely, though.

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Thanks Harry

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Always a challenge to think before putting pen to paper! So used to composing on computer where changing is so easy, that when writing on paper, notes and crossings out soon look such a mess, but then when the best bits are circled, – find a new nice piece of paper, and hopefully write something worthy! Rhiannon