The Parchment

This poem was inspired by the blank piece of paper which lay in front of me, evidence of a lack of inspiration in other forms... proof that something can indeed come of nothing. Enjoy. -

White piece of paper

blank and lifeless,

possibilities

bring you purpose.

Ideas will form

on your pallid face;

black, black ink bringing

shape, and space.

Plans have beginning

within your borders,

treaties and charters

bring peace and order.

We write of love

and we write of war,

how to get rich and

why you're still poor,

we don't know the answers,

but we'll still write more -

after all, isn't that what

the parchment is for?