The Blank Page
A single, mere, leaf of vellum
with all its broadside personality intact,
lying flat,
unto itself is beauty– perhaps?
Steven’s posed, "the plain sense of it...",
"...not the idea of the thing, but the thing itself."
Was he describing the blank page
yet to be stained?
with all its broadside personality intact,
lying flat,
unto itself is beauty– perhaps?
Steven’s posed, "the plain sense of it...",
"...not the idea of the thing, but the thing itself."
Was he describing the blank page
yet to be stained?
Such open space
conjures, seduces the imagination–
lead it, cajoles it–
for the poet
to impose his sloppy script
upon its
sexy, silk, slip-like,
off-white sheet.
Look at it now, all done up
in its particular lipstick.
lead it, cajoles it–
for the poet
to impose his sloppy script
upon its
sexy, silk, slip-like,
off-white sheet.
Look at it now, all done up
in its particular lipstick.
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