Two Odes

I. To the blank page— That inspires, That waits to hold words and images and sounds: Words simple and sharp enough To cut diamonds; Images colourful and emotional enough To depress you for days; Sounds sweet and sour enough That you can touch them—feel them, Clear as concrete. To the blank page— That I’d love to have back, That is silence at its most musical And most beautiful.   II. To the girl with hunched shoulders And shining eyes; in whose eyes Everything is obvious. The surety in her voice, The fire burning in her That she would shyly flourish … Continue reading Two Odes