A blank page,
and a blank mind,
stare each other down.
Determined adversaries,
each waiting for the other to blink.
Eventually a thought worth writing,
a clever rhyme, a new idea,
an image will come to mind.
A compelling argument,
an inspired story, or maybe not.
Maybe tonight the page will win,
and I will say uncle.
Maybe tonight, I will crumple up my mind,
and toss it in the wastebasket,
and take my empty head to bed.
But tomorrow, I will make the page blink.
RLJ - 2010
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