A white piece of paper politely sits like a quiet cloud
with many other pieces of paper with her
together they sit
together they make one notepad
One book
one place for others to write their words ,
when there’s a need to place pen to paper
a need a want or a wish
Here it is sitting inside
wandering what it would be like to be something else for awhile
a cotton cloud
without words from another in her space
a dreaming dove tenderly travelling the sky
resting on the branches of a tree
Just able to be without having words there
sometimes paper might feel nice with words from another
other times there might be a helpless feeling of
‘ but they are sad ‘
’ I don’t want those words with me today ‘
and .. sometimes they might be accepted
other times they might feel unwanted in their space
here is a place for someone else’s words
someone else’s voice
yet where’s the words she wishes to write
where are the words from the piece of paper
just can’t write any
their always someone else’s
never her own
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 6th, 2025 11:58
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A poem of a sleeping muse that leaves the poet staring at paper and those things around them. Very nicely written.
Thankyou very much .. I wasn’t sure what to write about so yeah decided to write about the piece of paper before me .. I guess a piece of paper might feel that way (if it could ‘ feel ‘ .. sad that it couldn’t speak , or even write words itself ) .. and we might feel sad if we feel we have no voice or can’t express ourselves
Thankyou ))
That blank piece of paper we need to fill in ourselves and not let others fill it in for us, a lovely write, hope you have a wonderful week
That’s true )) but sometimes certain words from another ( might help how we feel ..
And you )
Thankyou very much
You are very welcome
Those words will always come onto the page Yellow Rose.
Andy
Thankyou for the kind words 🙂
Very interesting concept brought out in delightful verse; much enjoyed 🕊️🙏🏻
Thankyou for the kind words on my poem )) I felt bit stuck for what to write about .. so just thought .. why not write about the paper before me . Made me think .. I guess .. how might it feel if it had feelings ( it might sometimes want to be something else )
Appreciate your support Thankyou
And just like that, there is something to write about, amazing🕊️🙏🏻
Yes , I have wrote a poem about a piece of paper and even a pen before .. guess you can write about anything can’t you
Thankyou very much for all your support
Most welcome 🕊️🙏🏻
My friend…this moved me in that quiet way your poems always od. 😌 The personification here is so tender—and achingly real. That longing for voice…for space of one’s own…you captured it with such softness. This white paper speaks loud in silence. Love it! 🌹👏 A fave for sure.
Thankyou so much for your lovely comment 🙂
I appreciate that
Thankyou
Glad you liked my poem about a pad of paper ..
And yeah , having a voice and expressing how we feel is important
Indeed! Vital! You are most welcome!
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