A Blank Piece of Paper
The eve of a new year, silly as it may be,
fills my heart with lithe expectation
that magically, and gracefully, of course,
a frog will be transformed into a prince.
His gaze inquisitive and warm; sensual,
tender, are his lips.
He will find me amongst the drunken crowd,
cheering and singing off key.
He’ll fall before me to his knees and take my hand.
I’ll hear his sweet voice whisper my name:
“Dulcinea… Dulcinea…”
What you been drinking fool?
I can’t stand to break his heart,
and every year as the clock strikes midnight,
I run, run, run out of the ballroom,
down the marble stairs, and I loose my shoe.
Or was that another book?
Who cares, I’m doing good.
When I get to the palace grounds,
I find my coach to be a pumpkin,
and my coachmen three blind… mice!?
My clothes all worn and tattered,
I run, and run, and run,
I want to hide, can’t let people see
the reality of this person: me.
Silly indeed to think that at the stroke of midnight,
I would be other than I am.
That sixty seconds could change my heart.
I decide to write my plan, and stay true to form.
All I need is a blank piece of paper;
I’ll start neatly at the top.
I’ll dip my pen in golden ink,
and with my words paint fantasies sublime.
I will go to where this planet meets the sky,
and I’ll pen the coolness of heavenly blue,
I’ll shape sensual orange into images of love,
Liquid green to quench a poet’s thirst.
Mind, heart, and pen will come together
and I will write stories to delight the senses,
some will draw a tear, some, a smile.
But I'll bring color to the pale canvas
for I too, not just you, my prince, my muse,
dream of windmills, clouds of cotton,
and words set to music, on the meadow,
where pixies and goblins dance.
Carmen Ruggero .2003
HAPPY NEW YEAR -- MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
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Liquid green to quench a poet’s thirst" especially appeals.
Rich and sensuous, despairing and hopeful, with fantasy woven in. What a great tapestry!!
sokmetiome a black piece of paper can be a tremendous challenge for a poet ... nice writing Carmen ...
enjoyed the read
Debashish
vesna :)
revel in beauty love and joy this 2004!!!
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In "A Blank Piece of Paper" the poet wrote the first lines, which gave an idea that the story was going to end in a playground, but as the gates of actions were released to be crossed, my imagination was taken, and I entered into the basilica of dreams and saw Eris and Ares discussing New ways to please Pluto... - and, back to my reading, "... couch be a pumpkin, and..." I realized that this is one of the most intriguing and inspiring boughs of the poetical tree.
“A Blank Piece of Paper” commenced as “Iron” followed it as “copper”, ad closed as “gold!” This poem is a green flourished bough of the Poetry’s Tree.
“But I'll bring color to the pale canvas
for I too, not just you, my prince, my muse,
dream of windmills, clouds of cotton,
and words set to music, on the meadow,
where pixies and goblins dance.”
Poet Carmen Ruggero, I must say: Don’t rest Your Pen!
Drink the dews of happiness in the conclusion of your work.
HEALTHY HAPPY NEW YEAR, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Great Poet
peace
Happy writing Girlfriend!!
Love Tinka
Ty, and have a great New Year Carmen.......Dani
As I've told you before I believe you and I are born romantics and kindred spirits. Your New Years resolution is the very embodiment of the one I wrote about :)
Indeed, you make a lot of 'A Blank Piece of Paper'!
Thank You and have a wonderful New Year!
Emilie
happy new year senora!
pax........A
Hope 2004 brings you everything you desire.