I opened my favorite poetry book
but the pages were blank...
there were no signs of imagery
for me to see in words
no tree top horizon
no signs of life on earth
no flowers to speak of
no roses of worth
sunshine nor moon
not even signs of the colour yellow
no heart on a gutter bleeding
broken by a fellow
no rabbits hopping in the grass
no giraffe reaching the sky
floating down the river
no such lovers entwined
the waiflike ballerina
twirling to the dance of the knights
on the great stage
she is probably at home
wearing hunger and rage?
a world of peace and happy people
on the streets
that's just wishful thinking
as the pages are naked and unseen
no oceans to speak of
the waters have run dry
no poets crying
no tears in their eyes
no swans floating freely
no geese to be seen
no children playing
in the garden so green
and shooting stars?
there are certainly none
not even a storm
in a teacup not even one
when pages are blank
the poetry is dead
so I'll cover my blank book
in a cover that's red.
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Teddy.15 (
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What a dream. When the muse not only is dead but if the book is blank then has never existed. It would be like a novelist waking up to find he had never written anything, or a composer to awaken finding he had never composed anything. I have had certain poems lost by a slip of a key before and that is bad enough. No wonder that the color is red. Very nicely written Teddy
Lost by the touch of a key that's terrible dear sorrenbarret, thank you so much dear friend. 🌹
That is every poet’s nightmare Teddy. I took this to meaning the total loss of all their work but it could equally apply to the muse being absent. There are such beautiful images in this poem of the natural environment, such a delight. You paint wonderful imagery with your words. The loss of losing all that work would be unbearable. Always good to read you. Have a great weekend Teddy. 💜🌹
Dear Cassie I tried to be too smart with the title I was trying to convince the reader I had no imagery to show, by not showing it 🤣 happy weekend and thank you dear friend 🌹
You showed it perfectly Teddy 🌹
Kind of like the Great Expectations of poetry🙏🏻🕊️
I don't have great expectations of poetry, because poetry, much like soup it depends on your taste 🤣 thank you dear arqios 🌹ps I'm loving Sylvia Plath, but 15 years ago Dante.
It would be a "flatline" world without the poet. No emotions, no beauty, and no Nature, only drabness and death.
Your poem of an empty poetry book is prophetic and scary. What if? Your poem itself is beautifully descriptive of all that would be missed. The only way your empty book could be read is to drop an unnecessary "a'" and make it red. Into my "Favs" it goes. - Phil A
Thank you so much dear Phil, for your amazing review and encouragement. 🌹
Wonderful words produced by empty thoughts Teddy.
Andy
I have a book form a long time ago it is entitled "How to understand Women" It is full of blank pages. 🤣😂😒
LOL 😂 I have one too on, how to understand the man in your life lol ❤️
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