The Majesty of Blankness

The Majesty of Blankness
..what wasn't said speaks volumes...

In my haste, I turned the page
on a day as thoughtful sage.
I did not look back to note
there was nothing that I wrote
that had magically appeared
or had cast a darkened sear
on the silken silent sheet
that my eyes did never meet.

There she stands alone pristine,
no infringement on her space,
not a smudge and not a trace
of this mortal’s wordy waste.

Does in her prime condition
she lend to my suspicion
that less not more is better
and sometimes just a letter
can say more than any epic
where I espouse I’m prelatic?

Humility, I ponder -
my mind begins to wander
to the rhyming of the verse -
to thinking it is adverse.
So if a blank sheet can share
her majestic sanguine air
perhaps a dull stump like me
can convey sagacity

Copyright  © January 18, 2009 by Karen M. Crump

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