bloggity blog, poetry

and sweetness, you

Staring at this blank page
The same blankness every day
The same hollow vast nothing
For a life time

I put my pencil to paper
And what comes to mind is you
What comes to mind is poetry

Made of words and rhythm and breaths held
Made of skin and bone and sweetness
Made of pages and incense smoke smouldering

Where once silence screamed
ringing loud in my ears
Crickets hum twittering lullabies

Long past are the days of grey and white
Now my pages are inked with every colour

What was once empty unignorable
That shockingly bright emptiness
Now is filled with scribbled words overflowing

You wrap your words around me
And my page is no longer empty
But full of your smile


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