The Yearning Paper

The fibres of the paper raise their fingers to the air
Grasping and pulling to get the ink above
Yearning for the words
Words that create history and halt the passage of time
Flattened dimensions 
3-d objects in a 2 dimensional place
Thoughts the liveblood of the dripping ink
and ideas come to fruition
A pausal breath before releasing life
The artwork surrounded by a sea of the dead who could never look away.
The wisened tree cut to water pulp, fated for fate
The blank white canvas that accepts greedily
As the writer give bith to life on the pages 
And imagination fathers another child.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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April 28, 2018 at 8:32 PM
Hello Christopher,some of us poets and poetess, begin to create our poems on paper,sometimes we stare for hours wondering when the words would come. yet we do create our poetry. Have a nice evening my friend.
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