You are cordially invited...
to waltz with words to the rhythm of your beating heart
to play with sounds and syllables just for giggles
to create lists
of mundane grocery shopping, knowing that food is never
commonplace
of roses that will
prick you with their thorns and
delight you with their fragrance and
mesmerize you as you gaze into dreamy depths
of endless blushing rosiness
to pour your purple grief onto the page in torrents of messy
phrases that will leave you
drained, but
curiously calm and oddly hopeful
to record the touch of your nose nestled in a small soft neck
so that
one day,
in the future that is closer than it looks
you will relive that moment of fleeting perfection
to begin your longings with "Dearest Mom and Dad"
to tell beloved ones
so far away what it is like
to raise children in a verdant jungle
far from the home and country you love
to soothe a grieving soul
to share a bit of humour
to buoy up a downcast friend
to thank a giver
for time, for friendship, for kindness
to create stories to tell the world of infinite Love and Beauty
with the hope that
Beauty will resonate from pen to heart
to heart to over and over
and over until
at last
the pen is laid down with nothing left to say
and you are cradled
in infinite Love
lovingly,
The Blank Page
Lorrie Orr writes from Vancouver Island where she enjoys boating and hiking with her husband. Gardening, sewing, reading, and spending time with her five grandchildren fill her days with happiness and contentment. She is newly retired from teaching high school Spanish.
Dear Lorrie,
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. It erases the intimidation of a blank page and turns it into an invitation instead.
Thank you & blessings,
Wendy Mac
Oh my! What an exquisite poem! Thank you.
ReplyDeletePlaying with words is fun. It's why I love puns and clever metaphors.
ReplyDeleteBruce Atchison and Delta the cat.