So, I've dropped the ball this week and didn't write a sonnet. However, I did write some other poetry, so I will share one with you in lieu of the sonnet for Sonnet Saturday.
I might have some big news in the near future, so I'm kind of waiting until I get confirmation before writing a regular blog post. :-)
The Blank Page
It has possibilities
And curiosity wells
Within me, for it never
Ends as I begin.
Emotions peter out with
Writing, replaced by gentler
Iterations: clarified
Like heat works butter
A catalyst, self-renewed
With a flip or a scribble,
So long as the notebook remains:
She calls me, "Create!"
Such siren songs require my
Undivided attention
And compels me with love's strength--
A dreamer's playground.
Transformed and Transforming, I
seek what is no more, what was.
Possible, now verity
Not blank--Works of art!
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