Blank Pages Tell.
Strange patterns of words
across a white page,
arranged and presented with careful eye,
is a sight to behold.
But what is amazing on stretches
of barren emptiness, dry
and unmarked,
after waiting for splashes
of liquid fulfillment,
is the unwritten
reasons for this event.
Either the dashes of black are lacking
for want of fitness
to write, as perhaps poet is drunk,
fallen asleep,
or just day-dreaming,
or maybe
the muse has taken offence
and gone calling
on someone new, ignoring
the writer's plea
of repentence for wanting to go it alone.
Whatever the cause, the white gets worse
the longer the stain
of word-absence bemoans
lack of ability, wetting with verse
is all it asks,
empty canvass needs paint
and blank pages tell stories however faint.
Wow. Never thought to write of this, though it is always in the periphery of a poets thoughts is it not? Well done my friend.
Words can still paint images on white pages but they will be vague and meaningless!
Great write Fay....we all experience this word-absence phase at regular intervals...only you have been able to convert it into a poetic master-piece as Susuan says..
And in telling us mulling poets of the pitfalls and pain of blank pages, you have produced a masterpiece...wonderful! :)
We all get it from time to time and your words in the poem say it all. When it happens to me, I know through long experience that the best thing for me to do is put pen and paper away and enjoy a change of scenery, which often brings inspiration. Something as simple as a walk in the countryside or along a beach or even shopping and observing people does the trick, and you've had some excercise and fresh air to boot. I like this.
Fay - the poem captures well that agony behind that cliche: writer's block...and does Keats say in one of his letters: Poetry had better not come if it does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree...(Perhaps not his exact words). Love the poem, Fay
Yes, Fay you are so true...and Wow!! How wonderfully you paint the art of poetry in this marvelous poem!The last two lines mean a lot to the world of Art & literature...Wonderful poem.
from the title, the first line to the last line... so good, interesting and catchie!