Blank Pages


An ode to blank pages left unwritten
To poems erased, to those thrown away
To wastebaskets more than satiated
And to those ne'er given ration at all
Lines missing words, meters not completed
Half-finished verses
Now I do sing your unsung song aloud
Yes, melody of th'unworded beauties
Of deep souls who could not write (or would not)
And those who declared with false certainty:
In me are not poems nor songs t'be sung

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On th' poems not written