The Blank Page
O Blank Page I both love and fear you.
You taunt me, torment me, tempt me.
Your emptiness filled with endless possibility
The infinite options both beckon and bemuse.
What should I write about today?
It could be anything, anything at all
My head spins with possibilities
Twirling and swirling.
Black marks on white, like tracks in snow
Where do they lead? How can I know?
I follow them and find they are my own.
Lost in words.
O Blank Page, you are a receptacle,
A vehicle for my thoughts
I pour them out, spilling letters,
Punctuation, marring your white.
Where will you carry my words?
Through space and time, cyberspace,
Eternal, ephemeral, e-words.
My words, leaving me,
No longer mine, I set them free,
Flying like autumn leaves
They float and spin on the digital current
Streaming dots of code
Thoughts become words, become binary.
They find a new blank screen
And fill it. O Blank Page, you are
No longer blank.