Across The Blank Page/A Blank Mind Writes Poem by Shalom Freedman

Across The Blank Page/A Blank Mind Writes



Across the blank page
A blank mind writes

And the silence of
The too early morning
Hymns in its own lost voice

As we with our little hands and hearts
Write across the pages of time
Our own meaningless chatter

Searching for some slight hint of
Beauty in words once again.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,poetry,writing
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