The Potency of...The Blank Page

I sit,

Watching the blank page

And its vast starkness tell stories.

Images take shape

Men fight their way through battles,

Swords slashing and hacking

Women love deeply

And embrace

As though giving away breath from their lungs.

In this ‘emptiness’ there are words

Some spoken below a whisper

Yet their power is felt by the soul

Stories pour from a space that seems to contain nothing

Yet there is so much there

It can be misunderstood or misread as writer’s block, or Artist’s cramp.

Yet it is there,

Dancing,

Active,

Waiting for you to peel back the white and reveal the flesh beneath.

Take an adventure with me as we push past the mundanity of our lives,

Let’s go where children are purposely conceived and planned for,

A place where a walk through meadows green is a journey to discover secrets.

Let’s go to a place where one’s name is rarely told because words are powerful and revealing a name is akin to revealing one’s soul.

Leave the land where pages are for numbers and the reporting of what we know already.

Mount your imaginations and let’s go!