Your blankness
entices
my mind’s
juices.
Your whiteness,
induces
my fingers’
rushed ignites.
Yes,
you are
my soul’s
respite.
—
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Photo credit: Negative Space
In response to Discover Challenges: Witness
Ooooh, notebook love 💕 – beautiful, Rosema 🙂
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Yes, Sonya! Notebook — blank page love. 😀 😀 😀 Thank you so much!
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There’s nothing like a lovely blank page, just waiting for words–is there? 🙂
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Yeah! There’s NOTHING! 😀 😀 😀 It’s like a strong magnetic force that pulls you closer…
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And your fingers start to itch!
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That is trueee! And your mind can’t silence the thoughts.. words…
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Absolutely! The words get loud!
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Yeah! They will scream until you follow them and let them out!
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Hahaha–yes!
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Yeah! 😀
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🙂
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❤
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The blank, lined, page and pen invite. Why? I think you’ve covered it. In addition to the rhyme, i and s sounds interlock the words thus tightening the message of enticement. Writers, unite. Thanks, Rosema.
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Ohhh! YOu really noticed things I never even know I have written! You have clear and precise reader eyes, Christopher!
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Lovely, you found your respite 🙂
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Yes. A blank page is always a respite. 😀
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Another beautiful poem. Love it , dear 🙂
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Yay!
Thank you so much for reading, Heena! I appreciate it! ❤
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Thank YOU for writing so beautifully dear 🙂
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I should be saying that to you, too! 😀
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There it is again… The proof of your sweetness 😊
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