Blank Page

Each second mocks my fingers

Fluttering, fidgeting tendrils above

Each white fiber crinkles and laughs

Crisp new paper

Staring

Simply

Blank.

Somehow it’s awfully fierce

A flat, contained sheet

Bared to the teeth

Tail whipping to and fro

Somehow it’s strong

Muscles knitted together

Forming a blinding unit

Each corner a spear

Man’s greatest foe

Waiting to be stained

With black imperfect thoughts

Patiently sits there

Staring

Simply

Bored. 

A net of puns, refrains and similes

Dash of paradox, mix well with soliloquies

Plot and prose, rhymes and allusion

Recipe for disaster, lost in confusion

Every start starts here

A frosted mirror

One only has to wipe away the cold

And transform the two-dimensional

Into reality, reflections of imagination

Staring

Simply

Mesmerized.

So I begin to write

A gladiator in the flat blizzard

Because of a reward, so sweet and sensuous

To challenge my soul

Construct, destroy, and admire worlds

Each stroke a knife, slicing

Leaving black blood behind on

White fragile flesh.

Empowered by possibility

Staring.

Simply.

Happy.

Happy.

Simply.

Writing.

But today I think I’ll just

Fold each perfect ridge, tearing against my flesh

And watch my train of thought fly away.