Blank Slate
We all start life in the arts, a virtual blank slate if you will,
looking for just a little truth and maybe some fresh ink to spill.
Some will share their own story with a sonnet, haiku or a rhyme,
if each artist is properly nurtured, we all will get there in time.
We may hail from all over this world, different colors and different creed,
but we all have one thing in common, it’s the words and ink that we bleed.
Most will leave you, their comments, some more and some a little less,
there are those who have no religion, but you’ll see a few that end with God Bless.
You might live and dwell in the city or in the country and known as a hick,
but we all look for special words and phrases, it’s the magic that we all try to stick.
We will spend many years writing poems, a poetic battle with our pens to the wall,
everyone will experience some success, along with a trip or a fall.
If we offer each other our support with positivity and comments in kind,
our beauty will always shine forth and will be there for the future to find.
I have no delusions of grandeur, my scribblings will never be great,
but I still love to share and write poetry, and I’m no longer just a blank slate.
2-17-2023
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Blank Slate
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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