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. -
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?
