Paper Poem by Gert Strydom

That paper or the white page
on the computer screen can stare so bleak
I have not experienced up to now

and I do write about any kind of thing,
that which does build
as well as that which does break down,
about sounds, even symphonies full of music
and the silences that comes sometimes

and somewhere between the remembering
about how things were at a time
the forgetfulness does come
with the dreams
of that which may still come

and everything
I do put at a time into words of meaning,
and even do write part of my soul onto paper.