The blank page stares defiantly
Challenging me to fulfill its nature
By scribbling my ink on its emptiness
It doesn't understand
No one does
The page is forced to accept my absence
Friends must also surrender
To mystery of my solitude
Seemingly alone
Outside this noisy world
I ponder
Like a chess player scheming the next move
Studying how this game came to be
Mistakes made by others and me
Futilely asking why
As if infinity has answers
The page and friends don't understand
I am never alone
I merely retreat inside
To enjoy company of my questions
Revealing clues
About the beauty, light, darkness,
Convictions, contradictions
Within my rational, irrational self
I travel the path of this wild exploration
In solitude's chamber
When ready I spill some ink on blank pages
When ready I share some pieces with friends
I'm inside out
For Poets United.
I resonate with every line, my friend. I think we poets do often tend to be introverts. I often feel like an observer of this crazy world. I love your lines about travelling the path "of this wild exploration". Perfect!
ReplyDeleteI too recognise myself here Great write and I absolutely love :
ReplyDelete"I travel the path of this wild exploration
In solitude's chamber
When ready I spill some ink on blank pages
When ready I share some pieces with friends
I'm inside out"
Just let you know the link on Poets United doesn't work but found your poem anyway
I too enjoyed the lines of traveling the path of this wild exploration. It can be wild and in quiet moments there seems to be a way to decipher the code.
ReplyDeleteI was going to ask if all poets are essentially loners..and then I saw Sherry's comment... perhaps words appear only in the quiet...
ReplyDeleteThat gesture turning oneself inside out is magnanimous. For the soul in solitude wants to be wrapped in its cocoon. How wonderful for the piet soul to get to this point of sharing.
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Wonderful take on the blank page, I so relate. That solitude's chamber is sometimes a perfect place to be, alone with one's thoughts before spilling the ink. Brilliant write, Myrna!
ReplyDeleteI'm inside out too. Upside down and back to front:)
ReplyDeleteI love this portrait, this explanation... which works so well at pointing out that quiet doesn't mean silent or wordless... that so many times, lips that say little are just letting letting you see all what's there in their own way.
ReplyDeleteYes. It takes time and space to become beautifully inside out. Love this poem!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the emotions so well, Myrna. Absolutely relatable...lovely! Great reading you always..
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of solitude's chamber. It quite often feel that way. We all need the time inside our heads.
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