Blank

Blank paper,
blank screen,
the great white open —

Pour something into it.
Push it around into shapes.
Read it out loud when you think you’re done.

If after that you’re sure you’re done,
step away from it
into the next terrible empty space.

You will never be done with this.
Even when you are certain you’re done,
with nothing left to say to anyone,

there will still be more empty space
and you’ll still stare at it, waiting
for your cup to fill just so you can spill it.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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