Lent poem #25

At a bit of a loss today to find something to write about. The blank page syndrome. Hence the following verse, a poetic doodle:

 

 

This page frightens me

with its whiteness-

pale and interesting,

when words wind their way across it.

If rubbish is written

backspace is the face of the future –

paradoxically speaking.

A rhyme is a sign

that on the next line

the metre should not peter

out.

Alliteration alleviates this

and block capitals

just simply SHOUT.

 

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