The Blank Paper

A blank paper
No, now there is a line, no, two
I cannot begin to explain to you
How the lines fall to the page
There now are four, the fifth I write
And yet another starts in spite
Six or seven there are now
I have yet to find out how
I do not know from whence they come
I know I only thought of some
The paper's almost halfway done
And yet I think I've just begun
A dozen lines and nothing said
All these words, no common thread
It needs a title but I see none
Perhaps I might just think of one
Sixteen lines I've written here
And soon, I see, the end is near
Now I'm running out of room
I better think of something soon
But what else can I think to say?
I just can't write poems today.
And now there's just a few lines left
I think my rhythm tone is deaf
Nevermind, I'll jsut give up
Because now the paper is full up.

• On Wednesday, December 12, 2007, Sketso (730) wrote:
  
  Deliciously humorous, well worth ending the life of a blank page as it reincarnates into a more enjoyable form.
  
  
• On Wednesday, December 12, 2007, Trigger (110) wrote:
  
  Knowing you, I expected to look at this and find nothing, a blank page with a title, but this was a really fun write, despite the couple spelling errors. It is almost a parody written on writing itself, nice.
  
  
• On Sunday, December 9, 2007, Narcissa (750) wrote:
  
  Witty Write. :) made me smile too.
  
  
• On Sunday, December 9, 2007, palenoble (69) wrote:
  
  made me smile, thanks :D