I thought it would be a nice way to begin this new blog with a poem I wrote in 2008 about creative beginnings. Any one who creates, be it artistically or otherwise, always has to face that most dreaded of predicaments: The starting point. Where does one begin? It is a challenge we grapple with every time, and have done so since human beings learned they could create something where nothing existed before. But it is in facing this ordeal that we commence a journey leading us to places we never dreamed we could go.
The Blank Page (2008)
Staring at the blank page,
The white canvas of dream.
My words seem ineffective
To convey the thoughts that rush
Through trembling fingers.
I have thought of times and tales,
Of mystery that entices you further in,
Into the mystery of a fervent, passionate heart.
The blank page is a road not yet taken,
An endless expanse of possibility and despair.
Taunting and terrible, I follow its secret pathways,
Into the memory that is yet to be, the story yet to be written.
I fall into white, and pulp, and dust.
My pen leaves its long-lasting calling card upon the face
That was so pure and unspoiled only a moment before.
The journey begins…