I preface this post with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect.
Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
Today the inspiration is not coming
as I stare at a page devoid of meaning
there is no direction, nothing planned
it is a feeling I expect to know well this year
With sudden clarity I see correlation
blank pages represent what lies ahead
all the ideas, hopes, and dreams are there
waiting to be revealed by the passing of time
the page may be blank, but it is not empty
thousands of paths wait, excited to see
when they are ready, the words will come
there is no way to force them before their time
such is the way of life, the path that lies ahead
we speculate and plan, we hope and dream
but nothing can be clearly read ahead
no turning to the last page, to read it first
for me, the year ahead holds challenges
it holds promises of rewards as well
and like this page, there are only ideas
tomorrow alone can understand today
journey onward, moving all the time
never sure the choices made today
will really be the best for tomorrow
means knowing that we are not perfect
accept my mistakes when they happen
look for understanding, not offer excuses
seek to improve each day and not just get by
and my future, like this page, will be filled
This image of the blank page mirroring the unknown of our path ahead...a very strong one indeed. How you contained it to just this short of a poem is the mystery, I feel. It could be an entire tomb - a complete library. It is in the last two stanzas that you begin to share yourself, just as in the first two stanzas your mind reveals how it opens up to inspiration.
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