I,
but a blank page,
have existed
since my first conception
with the inherent potential
to be something more,
something..
perhaps magnificent.
If only
the right person
were to find me.
I knew,
together we could fly
to new heights
of mystery,
love, thrills
and adventure.
If only..
Then, you came upon me.
Seeing the blankness,
Feeling the emptiness
of unfulfilled desire.
An emptiness,
that conceivably
you could fill,
to bring into enlightenment,
all your hearts desires.
Instilling significance
into something
that had naught before.
As you took me
into those strong
creative hands,
I knew,
a new life for me
was about to begin.
Just with your touch
you filled me
with a new purpose.
I could feel
your dreams,
your hopes
and your fears.
But then.. suddenly,
you changed your mind
and with tears and sobs
crumpled me up and threw me to the ground!
Where I,
more useless now
then once I was,
drift aimlessly
to the whim
of each passing breeze.
While,
Enfolded callously within my being
Yet written with utmost care,
in the upper left hand corner,
are five words…
“John, I loved you, why…"
Author notes
The personification of a piece of paper, or a metaphore for a heart break? You decide.
Written September 17th, 2004
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Yes, this is similar in concept to my poem What a Child Believes. This is a brilliant and captivating write. It took a lot of creativity and warmth to put it all together and pull it off as you did. Well done!
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Thank you my friend..
For those who read this and wonder what poem We are referring to I include the following link.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4592261 (What a Child Believes)
Paloszoo is a remarkable writer and woman... She raised A Cougar!!! Tell me that isn't something.. -
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thank you ;-)
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You provided a view of a blank sheet of paper that I did not have. Your imagination and creativity are shown through this poem. Best of luck. -Lizz
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I am glad to see my modifications brought that duality I was looking for into the readers view. You are the first to recognize it.
Your comment asks if I wrote this aa a metaphore for myself.
Not at first, yet as I continued to refine it I realized that, it was.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on it.
I apologize for my delay in acknowlrging your commentary.
Dennis -
I love this! I can tell that your words have been carefully chosen. I also noticed that you interestingly seemed to be writing both as the paper, and as yourself in a way; I wonder if you wrote this originally as a metaphor for yourself? Either way this is a very carefully crafted poem.
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This is brilliance. An amazing and captivating write. It held passion, excitement, mystery and so much more. Very well done Den.
Sam
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this is nice and why is always the hardest, not knowing truly why is shitty. when we are pushed aside, or left behind our pieces do crumble, or shatter as i did... but with patience we can put ourselves back to rights. i hope you have that opportunity.
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I'm confused... I was with it until the last word, why. Why the why?? Otherwise, very nice, very beautiful poem. Very unique too, the style of writing and the metaphor (or is it personification?) was well done.
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this is a really nice piece..kind a brings a tear to me eye..
nice job i say...very well written and a lot of emotions shine through in this piece! well done on a fantastic write! keep it up
later days
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Dennis... this is certainly different than any of your previous writes but I do like the change.. You referred to a piece of paper crumbled on the ground.. well sometimes when people walk out on each other, that is the way one's heart may feel, crumbled. It is a wonderful poem, very sad. I had to read it a couple of times and the last time it did bring tears to my eyes.. I think you can understand what I am referring to.. I am still waiting for that plane to come in. Thanks so much for sharing this with each and everyone of us on AP, Your friend always Lori
Edited on Sep 17, 4:12 p.m. because ''.
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