The blank sheet is there before me,
It stares back and challenges me,
Challenges me to write.
This battle happens every time,
It is a battle I can always win,
As when the pen touches the page
And the first word is written
I know I have won,
I know that my life
Is still within me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The Blank Page awaits.
- Category: Reflection
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Good write Gold. Do I cheat?! I may write 2 or 3 some days, and none on other days. Am I writing in advance?! lol.
That is not cheating, I write at least one a day and generally two or three.
Great poem, Goldfinch! That white sheet (or white screen) is always a challenge. But as you say, the moment we put some black on it, we have won the challenge.
Thank you Fred, so true.
Goldie, in just opening the page you've won as you've answered the challenge by being there in front of it. What you put on the page is all icing on the cake.
Thank you AP, that is a great thought.
To express is to be alive. Conversely, being alive is expressing. Well documented in your fine poem, Goldie!
Thank you Louis, much appreciated.
May you always fill a page ....
I will do what I can.
When writing (and especially when posting !) ANDY ~ Please remember ~ The moving hand doth write ~ And having writ moves on ~ Nor all thy piety or wit can move it back to cancel half a line ~ Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it ~ AMEN ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you Brian, very true.
I'm in the process of writing my next poem and is difficult to get it right. But eventually it will come out and be nice. Well written piece my friend.
It will come out and will be a pleasure to read, thank you rr.
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