-
A page waits.
A large canvas,
Arid to pupils,
Blank and thoughtless.
A pen is dipped,
Dull smudges trickle.
A small nick,
In its landscape.
The flow is steady,
Dams block the view.
Thought is redirected,
Margins, swell with unwanted algae.
A breakthrough!
An incentive to meet the sea,
Step back from the tidemark,
View the foreground.
Colours are forced out,
Lacking reflection,
The page is full.
And unwillingly sailed away
To be scrutinised and discarded.
- by There it Goes |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/19/2009 |
- Skip
- Title: A page waits...
- Artist: There it Goes
- Description: An expression about how work for my english class was pointless
- Date: 01/19/2009
- Tags: page waits
- Report Post
Comments (1 Comments)
- wmiinkdeys - 03/23/2009
- Hehe, is that how english classes are supposed to make you feel? If you had not have explained it in your description, I would have went in a whole different direction. Good writing, very expressive.
- Report As Spam