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A White Sheet Of Paper Part I

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A White Sheet Of Paper Part I

                       "A White Sheet of Paper."  Part1

Once upon a time I was a white sheet of paper
Pilled between hundreds on a shelf my neighbor 
For years was an old stapler.

I was full of life yet dreading never to find myself 
A home where I would achieve all my dreams 
With someone not all alone.

Suddenly I heard a murmur of a low sweet voice
Asking the sales man where he can find white
Sheets of paper closer and closer he approached 
I was praying to be chosen.

When Oh! I was in his hands pulling me from 
The pile between thousands relieved to run away
I quickly said good bye to the shelve 
I could no more stand.

My blood felt warm like after a cold winter storm
Abiding by a chimney opposite the fire.
I was thinking who is he? Where does he live?
Will he posses me? Will he become my master?
Will he take me for a ride forever to abide
Or would I be used just like a scratch
Piece of paper.

My heart stopped beating for a while thinking
All the memories of my past and the future would
Just vanish depart my end in a waste paper basket
Carried away like a dead man in a casket
And thrown in a background of a graveyard.

No; I was carried by him and feeling his strong hands
Inside of me came a glimpse of hope I felt secure as 
I wanted to belong to someone for long.

Feeling assured for the very first time happy 
Within me and with him I saw him smile while 
Walking that mile to where his car was parked 
I promised myself to comply day and night I 
Will be on stand by forever.

His radio Came on with a Melody of Waltz
Rocking in the car My fate was still Unknown.

Than he stopped assuming we arrived to a 
Home or an office he gently carried me up the stairs
Opened the door I looked inside and at last I shouted 
We are all alone we were in his home will it be mine 
too one day.

With much caring he placed me on a huge big desk 
It was a mess magazines and books an ashtray that
Was not emptied for days.

I noticed next to me was a crystal white vase filled with 
All sorts of brushes still stuck on them multiple colors of paint.

That was when I realized oh my lord! I will be famous
My master was an artist from joy I was going to faint as
My thoughts pictured a frame and inside it one day I will 
Be born I will exist created by my master I will hang on a
Wall and will be admired from the soul.

The warmth of the room filled my heart I was getting tired 
Wanting to relax while turning my head before closing my
Eyes I noticed many paintings hanging on the wall 
From the ceiling to the floor.

I got jealous and ready with a deep sigh to whisper and beg 
My master to create me in an image of a dazzling woman
Surround me with such beauty cover me with colors
Pour on me paint and make me look like a wild saint.

Taken by my inspirations to provide him an identity
I felt his strong hands holding me opposite his eyes and
Pressed me on the desk and that was when I felt it hurts
Then a second pain followed by a third and fourth pain i 
Could not move I lost my breath trying not to cry I felt
I would die.

But not very long as I already knew my fate
Being a white sheet of paper I had to be pinned 
on the Table for me to remain motionless until 
his creation is terminated.

I was stunned when I saw a pencil in his hand
Smelling his perfume when he was tracing my face
It started to feel round small ears for future earrings
My nose was tiny he started with my eyes than he 
Stopped.

I felt him fixing and concentrating on the spot where 
He will create my eyes excited as I loved him when
I was blind and now he will unbind the bandage 
off my eyes.

To see him more to love him more to follow him 
Everywhere to watch him laugh and cry to see him 
Dress and undress caress his body with my Eyes.

Watch him drink and think eat sitting down or standing up
Amazed awaiting his decision to start by reviving my 
Inner soul and create me as his woman I was craving 
To have green eyes.


To be continued.part 2
                                         Terry


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  1. Date: 1/28/2013 7:46:00 PM

    gosh, this is so inventive, Terry. I like it better than the one about the pen. This one speaks more to me!!

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/29/2013 7:26:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Andrea...thank you, maybe today i will write part 2......i will also try and write about our country......Love Terry xoxo
  1. Date: 1/11/2013 12:22:00 PM

    wow what an awesome write with this gem of a poem. Never thought about paper that way and this is very unique. Totally enjoyed this poem. love phyl

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/11/2013 12:29:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank You so Much, i am so so happy you passed by....i will go and see you now....Love Terry
  1. Date: 1/11/2013 11:44:00 AM

    Wonderful personification !! What a great imagination you have !!

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/11/2013 12:14:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank You Debra, yes i love to be in a world of my own when i can imagine and feel peaceful....Have a nice day.xoxo Terry
  1. Date: 1/9/2013 11:41:00 PM

    you bring the page to life right here, words generate the picture eyes of green should now appear, and everything that fits-ya no books just online stuff youtube etc johnsondon2

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/10/2013 6:53:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Again i am so happy you are reading what i write.....i admire your comments...thank you Don......have a great day..xoxo Terry
  1. Date: 1/9/2013 6:01:00 PM

    This is extremely engaging! Had me wondering what was coming next with every line. You have a splendid imagination and this is perfect evidence of that! As I said before, I love the way you write. This is beautiful. I look very forward to part 2 :)

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/9/2013 6:10:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you again Anne...i will write part 2 as i am so encouraged by my friends the poets.....Love..Terry
  1. Date: 1/9/2013 3:05:00 PM

    Creative work..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..A great imagination that you do have..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/9/2013 4:53:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank You Sara.....i am so glad you enjoyed it.......xoxo Terry
  1. Date: 1/9/2013 10:58:00 AM

    wowser..some big time imagination going on can't wait for part 2. Light & Love

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/9/2013 11:02:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank You Debbie....i am so happy you liked it.......Love Terry..i will write more....xoxo
  1. Date: 1/8/2013 9:16:00 PM

    I'll be back tomorrow to read this from my computer... luv~pd

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/9/2013 11:04:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi PD.....are you back? i hope you will like it...love xoxo Terry
  1. Date: 1/8/2013 3:40:00 PM

    This truly is a wonderful attempt. I almost held my breath towards the end, for the suspense was mounting .....Loved it. Thanks for sharing such a lovely poem. Love always , Mehnaz

    Bacha Avatar Therese Bacha Date: 1/8/2013 9:26:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Mehnaz thank you so much....i will write tomorrow the continuation.....so happy you liked it....Love Terry