Magpie Tale 121
shared with dVerse
Paper
Blinding white, unknown
Like a new blanket of snow.
There is a beauty
To the freshness,
Weeping for the first footprint,
Splattering of black ink.
Yet there is no snowman
Without the footprint
No story without
The invasion of words
Words conquering the page
But gently.
Caressing the paper,
Greeting it friendlike.
Twining white and black together
Like rose and trellis
Until the paper
Sheds its skin of white.
Emerging butterfly
Glorious in color
Made from black and white.
Nice... I especially like the third stanza.
ReplyDeletenice....love how you take us from the beauty of the pristine snow field to the beauty as well of once it/or the page is marred as well...and there is a mess to be made in between...smiles..
ReplyDeleteI really like this. I could visualise the white paper and the relationship of needing to add the colour the words and thus the emerging butterfly. Lovely. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDelete"No story without the invasion of words" -- so very true!
ReplyDeleteBeauty from beginning to end.
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