Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

A Blank Piece of Paper

It was a world unto itself
Filled with untold possibilities
Of unknown futures
Or magnificent adventures
Of past journeys 
That have never occurred
It was… a blank piece of paper!

Here 
I was God!
Foretelling stories 
That have never been told
Except in my dreams
And to those 
Whom I have told these stories to
It was… a blank piece of paper

It was all laid bare
In the emptiness of white
… Nothing
Not even so much as a period
Could be found

It was a world of white promises
That waited for a tale to begin
A white piece of paper 
That called to me
Over and over and over again
As I sat at my desk
Pen in hand
And keyboard at the ready

It was hope
It was aspiration
It was desire 
It was longing
It was a wish coming true

It was… a blank piece of paper

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Leo Larry Amadore May 22, 2011 at 1:59 PM Yes...blank pages may indeed hold the promise of all the things you have listed, and more...it just takes ability, imagination, and willingness to put in the work....Good piece.