
Plea before the Bench
August 12, 2008
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Ahhhhh…
Blank page
Before my eyes again
Challenger of my Soul
Is it you that guides me
Towards fate
Will you be my judge
In the end
Sarcasm Dreams
Hate Love
Apathy Religion
Drool Wisdom
Upon your skin
I testify
Of these things
I am guilty
Who I am
and what I’ve done
For good
And the bad
Whether you acquit me
Or condemn
I thank you
Though not for your verdict
As much as you presence
You dear page
Who bears my weight
When I cannot
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Grateful to the burden..
I like That..
I am enjoying your plethora of writing these days my friend!
When words leave me, they seem to have roosted in your hands.
Lady Sorrow – May I treat them as well as you do.
This came to me after reading c.A.hughes post over at All The Elbows. Thank you C.
There is so much to love about this piece: paper as skin, a witness, a challenge, a presence.
And that close! That close is just what it is, what it does- bearing us! You took the idea of writer’s block and turned it upside down, inside out. i love the depths you’ve reached here. Good, good work, Polar.
c – Well Thanks! I’m wondering about a piece where a dark poet ties down a sheet of paper and slowly inks his manifesto with a needle or something. Like a tattoo of sin.
I really like the wisdom and truth in this poem, Polar, as much as c’s turn at the angst bellows against writer’s block: “We need to rise up against the blank page! Solidarity! Revolution!” I like how inspiration can bounce from one person to another and inspire creativity. Viva la idee!!
Janet – The Blank Page, both testament & bane. I’m fighting Block right now as hard as I can. Hoping more idea’s come to me. I’d like to post as many days in a row as I can. We’ll see. Thank you.
oh my goodness Polar…that took my breath away…I had no idea.. 🙂
Irish – That’s OK. Sometimes neither do I!?