The Empty Page

jwhhobbs22

Jan 27

1 min read

There is nothing as inviting

Daunting, perhaps exciting

Refreshing or depressing

Than a clean page.

Affected by the light

The mood, though

Thoughts and any kind of

Feeling wraps and still

With a will or right

Beside in every time the urge to

Write

But today

Within a planner page

A market stage, or higher aims

Yes, this is what I

And so many more right now

In times gone by until end of time

Will think at just a dab of nothing

Written in the gap between filled and the light.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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