Paper Poem by Victoria Robbins

Paper

Rating: 3.5


The page before me
is blank and white
relentlessly so

It taunts me,
laughing at me
defying me

Daring me to
mar it with words,
black and busy

There is so much one can do
with a single sheet
of paper

A story,
a portrait,
a song

But inspiration is bashful,
hiding shyly behind
the blank notepad

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 21 August 2013

A nice poem. Your idea is good. Few of us recognize the inspiration that goads us to write the poems, songs or whatever or draw the portraits that we do. The inspiration bashfully stays 'behind the blank notepad'. For a poet of your age, it is indeed philosophical. Well done!

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