An Empty Page (Poet's Dilemma) Poem by Fab Ricciardi

Hey Poet,
What do you see
When you se an empty page?
Do you look for a pen
With which to write about the rage?
Or…
Simply stay in your place
And stare into space
And remind your mind
To go back and rewind,
And then play and replay,
Events, places or things,
That you seen, heard or felt before
Without a care, or dare,
To find punctuation, grammar or proper pronunciation
With which now to announce your poetic emancipation?

Is that what you see when you see an empty page?

And what of all the broken dreams
Of this life, now not what it seems?
Are they simply nightmares
to wake up screaming to,
When you cannot figure out
What this life is all about?
Thus leaving without a doubt,
That the name of the game
Is to simply fill the pages with words of,
…Whatever,
Love or rage,
So that the once empty page
Will no longer be
Just an empty page.

And fill those pages with
Words and words and words,
To be read for all the ages,
As it is your God-given gift, and duty
To now fill those empty pages.

So, poets of the world,
Please,
Let me ask you,

…Now what do you see,

When you see an empty page?