Wow–your poem makes me want to be the she! I can so easily imagine these being song lyrics. Stephanie Elliott´s last [type] ..Poemaday 17- Playthings or Poetry
This screen blank,
cursor blinking to the beat of my empty thoughts
What am I waiting for?
Someone else to fill this space?
Someone else to tell me what to do?
Someone else to give me the words to say?
what do we have against empty?
the glass half so, equals pessimism
undeveloped land, bare walls, prolonged silence
each begs for filling
–condos, knick-knacks, an awkward joke –
sacrificing quality for company.
perhaps too quickly we let empty go
when instead we should revel in the room,
the unlabeled map, the peace of no words.
instead of filling up, maybe we should be clearing out
that’s what you taught me
when you left me
Years ago
I saw an article
About a project
Someone requesting
the next page on the pile
of blank pages
about to be filled
with the art of words
constructed by
great writers.
I loved the concept
but wondered why
we should limit it
to the possibilities held
only by those who have
already done
Something
Big.
Perhaps trying to catch
the ghost of a muse
who has already
shown her worth
is better than
attempting to spot one that hasn’t delivered
yet.
Certainly the collection is
far
more
manageable.
Blank with a purpose
Blank is seen on every surface
Blank is never is never felt, watcheded, or heard
Blank is never something you’ve ever learned
Blank with I guess a purpose
Blank with something thats not hurtless
Blank is just a plain page
Blank is something without an age
photo credit: superk8nyc #
She’s all about the white space
the corners where ideas shift
the absence of lines
the shadows of expectations
She’s all about the canvas
the image turned inside out
the pixels now reversed
the edges; torn and frayed
She’s all about the silence
the darkness of night
the unfocused stare
the friction of the quiet
She’s all about the tension
the art of the moment
the white inside black
the black inside white
She’s all about the world
as she sees the world
and not about the world
as we see it
That’s what she’s all about
–Kevin
The podcast: http://www.cinchcast.com/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/210321
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Wow–your poem makes me want to be the she! I can so easily imagine these being song lyrics.
Stephanie Elliott´s last [type] ..Poemaday 17- Playthings or Poetry
This screen blank,
cursor blinking to the beat of my empty thoughts
What am I waiting for?
Someone else to fill this space?
Someone else to tell me what to do?
Someone else to give me the words to say?
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Lesson Learned
what do we have against empty?
the glass half so, equals pessimism
undeveloped land, bare walls, prolonged silence
each begs for filling
–condos, knick-knacks, an awkward joke –
sacrificing quality for company.
perhaps too quickly we let empty go
when instead we should revel in the room,
the unlabeled map, the peace of no words.
instead of filling up, maybe we should be clearing out
that’s what you taught me
when you left me
(intentionally blank)
(but ironically not blank at all)
you taught me
empty promises are all I have to hold.
Stephanie Elliot´s last [type] ..Poemaday 17- Playthings or Poetry
Years ago
I saw an article
About a project
Someone requesting
the next page on the pile
of blank pages
about to be filled
with the art of words
constructed by
great writers.
I loved the concept
but wondered why
we should limit it
to the possibilities held
only by those who have
already done
Something
Big.
Perhaps trying to catch
the ghost of a muse
who has already
shown her worth
is better than
attempting to spot one that hasn’t delivered
yet.
Certainly the collection is
far
more
manageable.
when your life goes blank what do you do?
Do you leave it white,
for creative minds?
Or fill it in,
many colors,
many kinds?
Would you pick an adventure,
any time any place?
Or do you leave it like that,
so you’ve got time to think?
When your mind goes blank,
dou you find an answer,
do you leave it empty?
Think for once and fill in the blank.
Fill in the rest of your life.
Fill in the calendar,
forever,
and ever,
and ever,
until you must go blank.
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[...] was inspired by this photo to write the following [...]
BANK
Blank with a purpose
Blank is seen on every surface
Blank is never is never felt, watcheded, or heard
Blank is never something you’ve ever learned
Blank with I guess a purpose
Blank with something thats not hurtless
Blank is just a plain page
Blank is something without an age