Memo to Myself

A blank page is scary.
It stretches to fill your vision,
As if to prove that there isn’t anything else but its whiteness.
It mocks you. 

It reminds you of the quiet that comes when your fan is broken,
And you’re lying in bed at night,
With silence so thick that it makes you wonder if you have anything to say at all. 

Take heart. 

Silence is nothing. You have only to speak, and it is gone.
And the whiteness of a blank page can be chased off
With simple lines of ink.

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3 Comments

  1. hismuse said,

    May 14, 2007 at 7:38 pm

    Nice, I can relate. I think that’s why painters put a ground on their canvas before they paint, so not to look at the stark white.

  2. Chase said,

    May 14, 2007 at 8:59 pm

    I like this one DK… still something missing though. I feel the tension but not the release of the tension, in steed it is just gone. Boom, no more.

    At least that is what I am thinking right now as I let your filled pages laugh at my empty ones.

  3. Cassie said,

    May 15, 2007 at 4:04 am

    I said it before, and I’ll say it again, I love the ending of this: Silence is nothing. You have only to speak and it is gone.

    My only suggestion is maybe tweak this line: With silence so thick..etc. Maybe make the silence seem more physical, since that’s kind of the impression I’m getting. I don’t really like the part about not having anything to say.

    Keep going, DK… you’re doing fabulously. Now all I have to do is get started!! Ugh.


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