"Blank Sheet"

poets rejoice

with the sweet

smell of ink

gracing a crisp

sheet of paper

writers share

the unbound

camaraderie of

talent speaking

volumes within

soft whispers

of prose. and

dedication. we lie

untouched to

the undefinable

boundaries separated

by reality and

the false perspective of truth.

for reality, as

a poet is conscious

and within a dream

awake and sleep

only wishing

and hoping for

a brand new pen

and a crisp

sheet of paper

write, my poet.

write.

-b.r.rivera