Drinking Alcohol taught me how to fly
Then it took away the sky....

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

WHITE NITE

MIGHTY WHITE, NITEY-NITE

Ummm! Wow! A white page! 
All white!
All night!
Maybe by morning chucked-up,
full of quotes, wise sayings, 
smiles, tears, 
thoughts, dreams, 
hopes, fears...

But page (and me) still fucked up.
Page remains white
And it is still night.

Gotta sleep now! When I am tucked up
in the bed
it shall be
as I said,
Ahhhhhh...such delight!

Whatever I never wrote
was for someone else to read
--sorta like a grounded flower
having bloomed her lovely seed

...POOF!

--steveroni

written for dVerse Poets Pub
Come and read some 
"GoooD Stuff", Peeps!

20 comments:

  1. I know that feeling Steve, and you still managed to write something great!

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    1. Thank you, John. You are TOO kind--that's the truth!

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  2. smiles...the white page can def be intimidating...i like that what ever i did not write was for someone else...smiles...i dont mind grounded flowers at all...have a wonderful day sir...smiles.

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    1. Brian, that's why you are so likeable: YOU can find something to like in a pile of horse manure!!!!

      (Horse manure will even kill weeds--idea for new business?)

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  3. Don't mind me but evrything I appreciated were lost with the expletive. I really do not understand why that should be used in poetry or writing. I understand that some women can say that word with grand fashion, especially if it was most unexpected! :) Tsup!

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    1. Conversation:
      "Mommie...what's an 'expletive'?"

      "Dear, it is what before was a "pletive!"

      "Oh!"

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  4. You said 'fucked up.' Bha ha ha ha ha ha...

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    1. OMG! Did I leave that word in there? It's what happens when I try to write something at 1:00 AM...and have to get up at 5:20 AM...Sheeeesh!
      I apologize here now...even though nobody will read it--grin!

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  5. I find a white sheet irresistible, but then I don't live from my writing.
    Mostly I love new mornings too.Nights can be a mare.
    Btw. I learned from my granddad, former dragoon and gardener, that horse manure is the roses best friend. You have to mix if with soil though, not suffocate the rose with ..love.

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    1. YESSS! THAT'S the key. Mix it with soil. SO much of the "bad" stuff is good, just for cutting the ingredients...you are nice to come here, Felisol. Thanks!
      PEACE!

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  6. i like the idea of the things you never wrote being for someone else to read..a bit of magic on those white sheets of paper..isn't it...smiles

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    1. MUWAH!

      (Is that the way ya spell it?)
      (Spell WHAT?)
      (Spell IT, ya Dummy!)

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  7. A white page can be haunting... and taunting.

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    1. "Taunting"! I like that, as if a blank page just will not leave us alone, until we begin to write on it. YESSSS!

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  8. That blank white page is a challenge for me Steve ~ That last verse of being a seed spoke to me ~

    Thanks for dropping by D'verse OLN ~

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    1. Nice to be here and "see" you again, Grace!

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  9. this made me smile while I read it. It's good to not write anything and then still write something.

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    1. As a child, I wanted to be an inventor. So I gathered a pile of (throw-away) materials, and then--looking at the array of possibilities in front of me, said, "NOW! What shall I invent?" HAHAHAHA!

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  10. But a white page has so much potential! It has so much it wants to say yet. There's something beautiful about a white page.

    Happy Sunday. :)

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