Blank Paper Blues
Run, O my stung pen,
Venom’s spreading on paper,
No more time to pan,
Run, let pen’s blues appear,
Let my blues disappear.
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Tanka |08.12.2022|
Poet’s note: The poet has a lot in mind billowing in gossamer form. He still stares at the blank paper. His pen seems to have stuck undecided. He visualizes it as if venom is fast spreading on it, and he is cajoling his pen to run fast this venom to combat, and run till the white blank space is filled with blue lines of letters of his poem.
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