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Poem – The Indeterminable Weight of the Blank Page

The Indeterminable Weight of the Blank Page

Staring at the blank page I wonder
Where to begin
The whiteness of it confuses me
So I start to identify colors
Blue shadows slink like clouds
Red flecks of lint like birds float
My thoughts roam with them
Past the edge of the page and out the window
Landing on a boulder littered with white spirals of moss
…………….. just
…………………. out
……………………… of
………………………… reach.

A small bird, a yellow finch lands on the boulder
And plucks my red linty thought up like a cracker
Swallows it whole and flies away
I stumble from my chair, determined to follow
Knowing the single thought
That flew away under another’s control
Was the one I needed to mark the white with black
The letters when strung together create the magic I have always loved

Tripping over my pink fuzzy slippers –
I knew they’d be the death of me
When I plucked them from the mass of red Christmas boxes
A little bit of luxury for the writer
As she sits arguing with the tabula rasa –
“Give me that back!” I yell out the window
And the bird winks from a distance
Smiling like the Cheshire cat
All-knowing and aware of the chaos created
By a simple snack

So I start over
Turn my attention back to the page
No longer blank as these words cascade down it
…………….. landing
…………………. safely
……………………… home.

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Angry Girl

This is really cheating because I didn’t write this today, but I call myself a poet in the about section of this page and have never posted a poem.  So here is one from several years ago.

 

angry girl

 

she can out drink her dad

handle her liquor

smoke dope

drop acid

 

and wears her anger on her arm

 

running up her arm like rungs of a ladder

the uncared for cuts get infected

the scars left behind are bumpy and ragged

 

she doesn’t try to hide them the way she

hides her disappointment

empty promises of pop music and romance novels

 

she knows the truth

self-inflicted pain is more real than hurtful words

and her father’s open hand across her cheek

 

the scars: a reminder of her power

pain she can control

just a little harder

just a little deeper

just one more time

digging into her flesh

she knows her limit here too: can handle the pain

 

no longer alone

the scars are hers forever

 

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