I Never Met A Blank Piece of Paper

A blank piece of paper
Lies before me,
I look at it and
What do I see?

It’s really not blank,
The words are there
Just waiting to be coaxed
From their safe lair;

To be malleted and molded,
And formed and shaped
A thousand million
Different ways.

It matters not what
Color it is,
It only matters that
It just is

A piece of paper,
Waiting to be filled
With wondrous mysteries
And thrills

So the next time
A piece of paper you see
Let your imagination
Run free

Grab a pen or a pencil
And just start to write
And before you know it
You’ll have it just right

A story, a poem
A letter to a friend
Whatever you write
You will always win

For you’ve taken that was
Empty to start
And made it something
With a heart.

The word I have chosen for my poem is: Paper
Written for Sugar Cube’s Mini-Slam, March 24th, 2005