*Intimidation*
I open your cover
marvel at the space
an acre of white, gleams
untouched
I dip my pen towards you
then pull back, unsure
to write, or not to
question?
Should I start with a poem?
A thought, a dream?
A sketch, or something…
other?
A pencil then, softer somehow
easier to change
ones thoughts and dreams
perhaps?
Still you lie open, untouched
acres of white, virgin
I close you again
sigh.
Once more I delve in
pen held firm now
resolve stiffened again
and
Words fall from my fingers
black shapes on white
thoughts become symbols
imprisoned.
dakegra
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