The first page of a notebook is
Thin, weightless
Like a dove's feather.
Flexible and foldable.
A smooth surface as simple as
A thought.
Its void is the birthplace
Of ideas, expression,
And possibilities
As numerous as
Brushstrokes upon a canvas.
At its genesis,
Its simple form pleads a pencil or pen
To define and scratch its surface
Because a first page is
As a composer's staff with no notes—
Full of an infinite amount of potential.
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Odds & Ends: A Book of Poetry and Stories
PoetryCOMPLETE A random collection of original poetry and short stories Featuring original photography
