Tuesday, April 12, 2022

April - Poetry Month - Day Twelve - The Blank Page


        The bookmark, on top of the picture above, came into the bookstore at the end of March. Often people do donate books and leave 'treasures' in them. This time, it became my own treasure and I knew what I would do for April's poetry, write about found treasures, perhaps find new places to look? Happy April!

Plus! Check each day for the added line to the Progressive Poem, created by Irene Latham, now hosted by Margaret Simon! The link is to the right!  

         Searching for treasures at home, in nature, well, everywhere, I concluded I indeed am rich! Suddenly, it occurred to me that something I take for granted is the blank page. How inviting it is to imagine what can happen when marks are made. I think of petroglyphs, the first 'blank pages' for people long ago to record what they see, what stories they want to tell.

   Blank Page Calling


Life’s film rolls before my eyes

awaiting new ink

new words to blacken the page,

to create new images

for others to view.

Frustration –

my pen pauses,



How will I show these trunks

blackened with spring snow

standing in opposition

to green grass beneath?

What melodic metaphor can I use

to sketch

the courageous squirrel

high stepping on power lines

across six lanes of rush?

When will the letters flow

to parade my feelings 

of happiness

for one sweet moment?

A blank page waits.


Linda Baie ©


  1. Linda, this is great! You've reminded me that I don't read enough poetry and showed me why I should read more.

    1. Thanks, Linda. Please visit some of the others on Jama's list. I bet you will love what they're writing!

  2. So many images to love here and at the end of it all - the blank page and you capturing them for us. So glad you answer the call.

    1. Thanks, Ramona! I imagine you have some blank pages waiting, too! Happy Easter!

  3. Writing about the difficulties of writing. Perfectly expressed!

  4. Blank page calls you and me too, Linda. Sometimes, it stays blank and other times flows with thoughts. Your poem shares such wonderful ideas. Happy Writing.


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