The empty page sits before me
Waiting for my words to be written.
I wonder what I will write today?
Will it be of the love of my life
Who will be with me for eternity?
Or will it be of music
Which has been with me since eternity?
It may be of the wonder of the life I have led
In the many years I have been on this world.
So many things to choose from in my life
But today I just write these words,
These words that now sit on this page,
Sit on this page that was empty.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just words.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
The worship of emptyness!,,Good write🙏👌✍️👌
Thank you Mottakeenur.
Andy
Good words Gold.
It's not the words that's my problem - it's that I insist on singing them 20 times! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
when your muse eludes ya just think of it as a temporary moult sir .. at least yours will be golden ..
So true Neville, thank you.
Andy
just loved your powerful honesty Andy
I so relate!
(some days, all we need do
is find words, enough
to keep that blinking cursor moving
believing
with each tattooed blank canvas
we bridge a path, to that next
memorable write
we know is biding its time
to reward our patience
and reveal itself, to us...
till then, we stay busy
finding that next perfect-fit
syllable
all else, makings of our life's
poetic journey)
Thank you Mek, words are always there.
Andy
Your empty page has been blessed with excellence Sir.
Most kind AP, thank you.
Andy
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