The Empty Page (A Poem)
January 13, 2016 2:18pm CST
The empty page stares back at me. Laughing at me, mocking me, Daring me to try to find the words to fill it up. So I lift up my pen (The metaphorical one) And try to find the words to win the battle. When suddenly, Another opponent enters the battle: The empty mind. Two against one, They make their mutual attack, Stabbing, slashing, Blinding my senses, numbing my soul, In hopes of an easy victory. And yet slowly, but surely, The words begin to appear: Crafted letter by letter, phrase by phrase, I take the battle to them, Asserting my will Upon those that would seek to thwart me. The empty mind is the first to fall As it fills with the words That will bring the destruction to The empty page. And now…the battle is over… And again, I am victorious. But I know they are not conquered, That someday soon, They shall lie in wait, To once again try to silence my soul…
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14 Jan 16
You are good in using the figure of speech, the metaphor and the personification. You make the actual paper has its eyes to look at you, to make fun of you, to deride at you for you have nothing yet to write. Then the mind which is not working. That's the beauty of poetry; that's the rudiment of making words talk.