Open black notebook,
Page doesn't matter.
Only paper.
It's paper I flatter.
My honesty in words,
Never known.
Once, twice, reviewed
Maybe more.
It doesn't matter.
It's just paper,
Pen,
Ink,
Mind of mine, mind of many.
And in this mind,
This paper,
This pen,
And this ink..
In this open black notebook
Where the only matter
That matters is the physical matter.
Of my black notebook,
Of this paper,
Of this pen,
And of this ink.
In order to write something
That doesn't even matter.
Of course..
There are those few times,
That to another
It's the only thing that matters.
Such a cool poem. Wow, I enjoyed reading this very much. Thanks!
Loved the last 3 lines There are those few times That to another It's the only thing that matters. Words are powerful tool.....deeply though out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the play on words. Between 3 phases of matter. Very artistic and creative I love reading poetry like this. You could curtail it a little BUT I realize in this writting style that it isn't as much redundant as it is reemphasizing a point through the play on words. Where other poets would try to write out a poem in this style and would have it come off as having a bit of dead wood this poem actually does the opposite showing the depths of your writting ability down through your demonstration here. Also the title is clever as well almost forgot to mention that lol. Kudos Donnie.