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Blank Page
A blank page can say everything.
It can explain the universe-
All in thirty-two lines.
A blank page is the spark
To a fire of ideas, theories, and thoughts.
Yet when you place your pen or pencil to it,
Already, you have limited what it could say.
Even after you cross out what you wrote.
Because in that very instant,
You have decided what it would say.
And once you've made that decision,
You can never completely take it back.
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| Quite interesting. I don't always see a blank page that way, it's good to be reminded |
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| An interesting artistic portrayal of the writing process. |
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Comment by: - 2007-07-08 19:59
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| Interesting! I saw your bio and knew I was in for some intrguing reading. An open piece of paper is open, yet when you write on it, it is soon fate to your own beliefs and way of thought. I saw the two contrast, and all I can say is that it was a bit confusing but I see what you are saying. When you say something out loud, you can't take it back, but if you think about things and never really make a statement, it stays open. Very good! Glad I have you on my friends list. |
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Comment by: tjp1984 - 2007-04-26 12:48
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| I really like the underlying paradox of your poem, because in the very act of writing it, you narrowed down and refined what it "could" mean. It kind of reminds me of what I've heard on PBS specials about how the children's brains have a lot more connections and plasticity than adults' do, but as we age, the wide range of connections dies off until only the ones that he use regularly remain. I'm still trying to decide if that's cool or sad. |
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| I ran out of eraser...but I did like it |
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