She stares at the blank page.
A notebook chosen 'especially for writing'.
But it doesn't come with instructions.
What to write about?
Nature? People? Pain? Joy?
Aren't those the things people write about
In poetry?
Lofty, grand contentious things about the human condition?
She feels unworthy, unable to express those things
Without sounding contrived.
Words and images dance around
Just slightly out of reach.
They fade and avoid capture until she relaxes
And just lets imagery, voices, comparisons and music
Flow onto the bed of off-white paper.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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Comments (1)
And it's such a wonderful feeling when that happens. Loved your poem!