Leasing White Space

Would you take a dramatic pause -

 

        

Would. you. read. each. word. in.

a. punctuated. fashion?

 

Would you rather scan over -

 

 

The white space, 

Or,

Have it swallow you whole?

Welcome to the poetic’s white space,

It’s also known as the black hole.

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I’ve stood beside the weeping cherry tree

Watching the sun set, it’s last rays stroking the sky in oranges, reds, pinks, purples

The first day of spring: crisp air, newly cut grass, budding flowers

 

With my hand on the tree trunk I cup the tiny blossoms, caressing their feather-light petals

Breathing in: ah, is that the scent of renewal?

Breathing out: oh, the budding of a life born.

 

And then I think, is it time to renew my lease?

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And then I think, maybe I’ve been leasing this life for too -long -

Reviews

[Nigel Newman]

Hi. I've read all three "chapters", and I'm not totally sure I understand them but I really enjoy your imagery and the way you pose questions and hypotheses for the reader. We have to engage and think. And then your imagery takes us on a journey that slightly resembles marshalling of thoughts about a yet to be solved problem. So, whilst I found it opaque, it had me hooked.

Typo/spelling thing - I think you mean its last rays without the '

The other recollection upon looking again actually goes back to my childhood days of A A Milne and 'When we were very young'. Milne would very often finish a poem by going to one word per line to show the separate contribution each made. I still have a tattered much scribbled-in copy!

Nice work
Nigel

[Attentive_Ambience]

Thank you for pointing that out! I hadn't seen it. I'll be adding more poems to this 'book.' I just want them each to have their own page. Thank you for taking the time to read my work :)