The only thing to fill the emptiness...
by Lacy D Phillips
All the images of death I've even seen
real, filmed, or imagined
carry far less terror
than the panicked white
of an empty page,
so like skin drained of blood.
The only thing to fill the emptiness is fear.
Posted on 01/19/2009
Copyright © 2022 Lacy D Phillips
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/19/09 at 02:50 PM|
Certainly a scary thing, this empty white piece of paper in all its purity. And we desecrate it so often. Good write.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/19/09 at 05:42 PM|
And even then, you probably still have space to spare. Striking image. You handled it really well.
|Posted by Julie Adams on 01/20/09 at 12:38 AM|
that panicked white I know well...on the page, on the canvas, even on the walls at home...I love the stark images you employed to drive home your emphasis, and the final image so stark: "so like skin drained of blood" ...what you captured in this piece speaks to all who create and who are often seized that fear and apprehension comes before any creative moment...well done, girly...peace to you, jewels