And, I turned the page and read,
This Page Intentionally Left Blank.
Unless the prior text was irrelevant or droll,
I suppose this page is of the lowest rank.
This Page Intentionally Left Blank.
Unless the prior text was irrelevant or droll,
I suppose this page is of the lowest rank.
There was just nothing there,
Except the words relieving my despair.
Except the words relieving my despair.
I opened the door, looked in and saw
An empty room with four white walls;
The sunlight provided the only interest,
As I heard the echo of my footfalls.
There was just this space,
But imagination enlightened my face.
An empty room with four white walls;
The sunlight provided the only interest,
As I heard the echo of my footfalls.
There was just this space,
But imagination enlightened my face.
I awoke one morning and opened my eyes
To a blank square on the calendar.
No matter the busy week’s history,
I now had only possibilities to ponder:
Anything – not everything –
Today perhaps, nothing.
(If using a phone to read this poem, turn your phone sideways for the best view of this post.)
To a blank square on the calendar.
No matter the busy week’s history,
I now had only possibilities to ponder:
Anything – not everything –
Today perhaps, nothing.
(If using a phone to read this poem, turn your phone sideways for the best view of this post.)
