Purest of pages
is the blank page;
throughout the ages
it has come of age
and been defiled
by clumsy stroke
or inept word;
and likened to the joke
where silence is heard?
Purest of pages
is the blank page;
throughout the ages
it has come of age
and been defiled
by clumsy stroke
or inept word;
and likened to the joke
where silence is heard?
There is no taint in making a mark on the world, and silence is a lie if the ears are open to the sounds of life.
That’s much deeper than my words expected – adding layers to their shallow draught (boating term) thank you for reading and commenting, Cage. 1:12am here, so I shall not comment too wisely.
Take care – G:)
Sleep the sleep of the filled page.
Thank you, Cage:)