The Blank Page Beckons like a Holy Book

A philosophical number poem about the act of artistic creation: The blank page beckons like a holy book Holding secrets in its sacred heart. If writing on it sometimes seems like prayer, Remember that the grace that you find there Takes all the fierce devotion of your art Yearning for what mundane life forsook. Then take it! Fill the page with what you took! Well might you look on it and find it fair! Or, if not, work on till Red Seas part! © by Nicholas Gordon To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/thebla.html. For more poems about aesthetics, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .