Notebooks

People are always giving me notebooks Once they find out I write At christmas At birthdays At random At least two a year They sit in a stack on my shelf Hundreds of pages blank Hundreds of poems unwritten White page syndrome Magnified ten fold Intimidation radiating off them in waves I prefer to use a computer There, the pages are infinite The limits are unknowable No silent expectations to fulfill Just a never ending canvas

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Daniel Turner

Date: 8/16/2016 8:04:00 AM

Have you ever tried writing poetry in a notebook? To me personally, it renders a certain feel of accomplishment. I always have a rough draft and then start with the rewrites. When I see the paper trail, it always makes me proud. Very inspiring. Oh well, to each his/her own. Enjoyed the read, Pat.