Another blank page peers back at me,
to mock and vex my creative ambition.
The sole nature of inspiration demands abstraction to be carried out to fruition.
To illustrate some clever thoughts
with symbolism and double meaning.
It must inspire and uplift the reader;
until twilight’s very last gleaming.
I must paint a literary landscape with
deft brush strokes, both far and wide.
How can I even achieve this goal
if I can’t a suitable subject, decide?
At last my muse has summoned
and I dutifully answer the call.
It provided the very thing needed.
Now, the page is not blank at all.