The empty page before me
holds magic within its bounds
I sit and hold its edges
'til my inspiration's found
Shh... Quiet now and you’ll hear
it so softy speak to me
Guide's my mind to fill its lines
but knows not what it’s to be
The poet's task is simple -
to repeat the paper's tale
and give its thoughts some action
on this course we dare to sail
The subject can be the same
of the many poems you'll read
but each one holds some magic
as it plants its thoughtful seed
For two poets can hear its voice
though miles apart they be
and both will craft a telling
each one grayed by what they see
For therein lies the magic
which each poet is entwined
new ways to express the thoughts
of blank pages that we find
The poet is a partner
to the paper, thought and word
A poem is but their melding
giving sight to things once blurred
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
The empty page before me
holds magic within its bounds
I sit and hold its edges
'til my inspiration's found
Shh... Quiet now and you’ll hear
it so softy speak to me
Guide's my mind to fill its lines
but knows not what it’s to be
The poet's task is simple -
to repeat the paper's tale
and give its thoughts some action
on this course we dare to sail
The subject can be the same
of the many poems you'll read
but each one holds some magic
as it plants its thoughtful seed
For two poets can hear its voice
though miles apart they be
and both will craft a telling
each one grayed by what they see
For therein lies the magic
which each poet is entwined
new ways to express the thoughts
of blank pages that we find
The poet is a partner
to the paper, thought and word
A poem is but their melding
giving sight to things once blurred
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