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Tabula Rasa
by Maria Terezia Ferencz
the day of my birth a new blank page
white wonderfully clean, awaiting words of life
hoped for writings of wisdom, a sage
instead I was used to jot down their strife
my pages filled with their story
I spend my days erasing
working hard to wipe clean
badly spelled lives chasing
a dream
never finding the word sorry
I am the editor of this book, life
I can rewrite beginnings of sadness
of strife
anger
hate
with memory's white out
fill in the lines with other words create
love
joy
happiness
but the ink never dries
old impressions left from the words
on my page
are too
deeply cut.
07/26/2006 Author's Note: hi ho hi ho back to the shrink I go, la la la la
Posted on 07/26/2006
Copyright © 2026 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/27/06 at 02:58 AM Not only does the ink never dry; it stains and taints and turns your soul black. Say hi to the shrink... too bad they only shrink your account and never your problems. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/31/06 at 03:05 AM Yes, we can be the editors of our lives if we can switch our roles to ACTIVE rather than playing passive as the nature demands us to react to every external stimuli. We need to UNDO the happenings. The UNDOING shall metamorphose into DOING. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 08/01/06 at 06:21 PM Yes, it's not possible to "go back", in fact, it's only to our detriment when we do, and we do so often. Can we undo the cuts? Not if we keep picking at them I suppose. But then "living in the past" is far different from "facing it" and that is what is needed to UNDO. Nicely written. |
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