Words of a Blank Page: A Poem

Myra Robertson
Words of a Blank Page

I am the blank page

That you threshed aside,

Are you scared of the wisdom

My empty face hides?

See how your dreams leave you

And wither away?

How you thoughts land beyond me

And there they decay?

Yet I can remember

The days you cannot,

Of bittersweet ashes

And fragrance of rot.

Creation is never

A mind game you'll win?

You're lacking the essence

that comes from

within?

Thus I shall wait here till

The presence of heart

Reveals to the world

The price of your art.

Published by Myra Robertson

I am a student attending SUNY Oswego in New York. I love to write, draw, and research the literary topics that interest me.  View profile

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  • Robert O. Adair10/28/2009

    Very evocative, good use of imagery.

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