The blank page is before me
Like a silent sea, uncharted and wide,
Its pale horizon shimmering
Waiting for a word I have not tried.
Waiting with absolute patience,
Like a breathless hush before the dawn,
Inviting dreams and whispered thoughts
Pen poised above its quiet light,
Where all my fears and hopes converge
In possibility’s white.
A brave beginning to a sacred space,
Where stories wake and shadows flee
The blank page is before me,
And all the world is yet to be.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
That’s lovely ! Very nice poem 🙂
I wrote about a piece of paper yesterday
Love your writing
A bit OTT, but enjoyable too, Andy.
A fine write Gold. Aww, why my head remain blank all day? Cos there's nothing in it! lol.
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