Blank Page

 

Staring at the page set before me,

My meandering mind is drowsy,

Each click of the keys paints a picture,

Swirling thoughts of this and that,

Can these thoughts convey a soul?

Or will they lie flat as the page before me?

Fingers are pulsing a rhythmic thought,

Triggering memories of days gone by,

Skipping through faded wonder,

From childhood to the adult

Briefly catching a moment in time

This Blank Page then comes alive.

Soliciting emotions from the reader.

Reaching for that moment which gives a sigh.

Read and weep braking into a laugh

That is the hope of the writer’s craft.