*Intimidation*

Mattl1

*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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