What beauty the blank page holds
Like fresh fallen snow
Before the kids shake their slumber
Before the earth has begun to yawn
And I like to watch it wake
As fragments turn to sentences
Turn to fragments
Turn to villanelles
Turn to sonnets
As people turn to leashed desk job dogs
Or artists
Or lovers
Or dust
As I turn to what this page becomes
And ay there's the rub
As endless pages in days won't
Turn to endless days in pages
But the blank page remains
Timeless
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
What beauty the blank page holds
Like fresh fallen snow
Before the kids shake their slumber
Before the earth has begun to yawn
And I like to watch it wake
As fragments turn to sentences
Turn to fragments
Turn to villanelles
Turn to sonnets
As people turn to leashed desk job dogs
Or artists
Or lovers
Or dust
As I turn to what this page becomes
And ay there's the rub
As endless pages in days won't
Turn to endless days in pages
But the blank page remains
Timeless
