I sit,
Watching the blank page
And its vast starkness tells me
stories.
I see images form
Men fighting their way through
battles,
Swords slashing and hacking
I see women who love deeply and
embrace as though giving away the 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 you – from a
space that supposedly contains nothing
Yet there is so much there
That it can be misunderstood or
misread as writer’s block, or the 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!
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