The State of Blank

is slate, stone
cold and strange
and waiting.

We line up our empty
boxes and squares
and dashes, awaiting
flashes of

We wish upon broken
and hold our breaths
for that moment
when everything falls


…………………in place.

Prompted by Poetic Asides.

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2 Responses to The State of Blank

  1. This reminds me of how one feels in the state of transition – like with New Year’s resolutions.

  2. cobalt girl says:

    This is great. I especially like the opening. Although, my brain turned “waiting” into “weird.” You can’t have “strange” without “weird,” after all!

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