Poem -

A blank page

A blank page

In the quietude of this blank page
wild words are resting, grazing silence
by the river flowing soundlessly
towards the distant edge of this world.

My thoughts catch on and start to search
for the herd lying low.

A whiff of breath moves a blade of grass,
the words get to their feet,
milling to protect their

young newborn sounds

from my threatening breath,
the young are still fragile,
my thoughts are watched
in their turn.

I stand my thoughts down
for the sounds must feed,
suckle mother’s milk to meaning,
I need not hunt.

Footprints in the mud along the river,
like foreign letters,Ā  poetry in
a language I cannot read,
yet feel to be true to the heart
of the herd.

The silence is broken by the sounds
of life’s next generation.

Before my eyes
the page becomes world,
breathing,
growing up to be

one
living
word…
Ā 

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Gwendoline

Wow this is quite abstract, yet beautiful. That sense and feeling all writers I believe have when they observe the world. There are words forming everywhere, which later light up a page and spring a world to life. That’s what I felt when I read this fabulous pieceĀ 
Gwen :)

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John Loopstra

Hanx, Gwen, for getting it, to me it describes how a poem is born, this I have been trying to write about for about three years or so, yesterday in the woods it started and I closed the 'deak' 🤣 later at home. But yes, it is also about how you experience a poem. Thanx for pointing that one outšŸ™šŸ˜

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Awesome how you have employed shepherding and meadow terms in metaphor and imagery.Ā  Kudos for this fab poem!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.Ā 

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John Loopstra

Hi, there, thank you for the kind words. And yes, I will check you out straight after work (in about an hour)

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