Not much time to talk this evening. Here's one that I wrote last night...b/c I felt like it. It's the default topic, when I can't think of anything to write, I write about writing, you'll see this in time. So I really haven't read this yet, and I may or may not decide that I like it. Oh, well, I'm in a hurry, paper to write before tomorrow and all that. Wish me luck to get done.
A blank page is a void
All that empty whiteness
Begging to be filled
A dead world
Locked in barrenness
Clay without form
Mere potential without direction
Waiting for all eternity
Alone throughout the ages
Created for my hand
This is my purpose
To shape the shapeless
To fill the page with color and darkness
With the tiny mountains and valleys
That unlock galaxies in a whisper
Worlds untouched by any hand
People born of none but the mind
My mind
All ideas and thoughts lie hidden beyond
Out of comprehension until I come to claim them
And in reaching out give them form
Life of my thought, a window to worlds unknown
The malleable blankness my reality.
2 Comments:
ohh... deep... sounds like something you once wrote before.. hmmm...
Another jem. Keep it up, im starting to really enjoy these
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