Empty Pages - a poem about the process of writing poems

 

paper pages attract words just like

a freshly laid tablecloth attracts grease stains

my soul becomes cleaner and cleaner

as the words migrate in the A4 cage

every empty page is a sign

of an overloaded brain

attacking windmills decorated with skulls,

scratching the crust of salty scars

every filled page is a sign

of a storm that came to a halt,

of a stray ship that made it to the coast,

of the rhythm of a story released.

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