The whiteness of the blank page,
Stared softly back at me.
"We miss you", the rustling pages gently whispered.
My thoughts, locked up, as if in a mute cage.
My pen stood poised over the blankness,
As if prepared for its own little ballet performance.
Of twisting twirls, and graceful poised stances.
I could so easily see the blue spectacle, inking itself away in glee.
Words after words, weaving meaning around me.
They gallivanted in front of mine eyes, beseeching, tempting.
I reached out and clasped at them little elusive imps,
Brick wall. Dead end. Fear. Confusion. Insecurity. Call it whatever you will.
"Take me with you", I murmured in deluded reply.
Their unfathomable language was music to my lonely ears.
The music fades into thoughtful silence. I open my eyes and see this poem.
The newly adorned page now gives a final bow in the wordy wind.
Stared softly back at me.
"We miss you", the rustling pages gently whispered.
My thoughts, locked up, as if in a mute cage.
My pen stood poised over the blankness,
As if prepared for its own little ballet performance.
Of twisting twirls, and graceful poised stances.
I could so easily see the blue spectacle, inking itself away in glee.
Words after words, weaving meaning around me.
They gallivanted in front of mine eyes, beseeching, tempting.
I reached out and clasped at them little elusive imps,
Brick wall. Dead end. Fear. Confusion. Insecurity. Call it whatever you will.
"Take me with you", I murmured in deluded reply.
Their unfathomable language was music to my lonely ears.
The music fades into thoughtful silence. I open my eyes and see this poem.
The newly adorned page now gives a final bow in the wordy wind.
