Dear blank page, forgive me,
I spoil your perfect whiteness with my words.
I do not wish to dirty you, I do not want your scorn
Not out of vanity have I come to you
Not out of pride
I come here to you driven
Driven by the urge to write
An urge I do not wholly understand
An urge that gets me out of bed while others sleep
An urge that makes me seek you in the dark.
Your whiteness was perfect, so was your form
Before I wrote on you the first word.
Now you have lost your purity
You have lost the possibility of becoming
Poetry or prose, an essay or a report
So many other things than what you have become.
Please don’t be angry with me,
Please don’t show me scorn,
Through my words, such as they are,
Your whiteness still shows.
You were perfectly white a few minutes ago,
You were like so many millions of white pages,
You were sleeping in an oblivion of white.
Now, dear paper, with each new word
You become more than what you were before.
Whatever words I write on you,
However insignificant they are,
Please do not hate me, please understand:
I have woken you up,
I have roused you to life,
You are no longer perfectly white
But imperfectly alive.
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PS: This was written on an unfortunate piece of paper.
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What is the last thing you wrote on a sheet of paper?
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This was so beautiful an made me so happy. Your post’s make me feel so fresh, and clear my mind. your writing is simply beautiful. Thank you. The last thing i wrote was a song 😉
So happy to hear that! What was the song about?
About how feelings build up until they have no more space, and overflow..
Did you sing it?
No i haven’t yet worked out how i want to sing it, if that makes any sense.
If you ever record it at home, perhaps you can mail it to be. I’d be happy to hear it. 🙂
I would be delighted to !
Love those musings about writing on a piece of paper! Last thing I wrote was a reminder to go to the library! 🙂
I love this. Your words are beautiful and I would be glad to be paper as long as I didn’t write on it. The last thing I wrote on paper was another chapter of another book.
The last thing I wrote on a piece of paper was the introduction to a scary story, and its end.
Thanks for sharing this with us. 🙂
What about what happened in between?
The last thing I wrote on a piece of paper were reflections on the rollercoaster of emotions yesterday brought.
May I be so bold as to ask what happened “yesterday”? Not yesterday, but the day before that. 🙂
One of my poems, as a matter of fact, I write all my poems first in paper before I type it out in my blog. I believe that feel of pen and paper far more enthusiastic than typing on a black keyboard in front of a illumines screen.
BTW! This is by far the best poem I’ve read. Keep on writing mate!
Handwriting is a wonderful experience indeed. I try to indulge in it as often as I can. There are times, however, when the density of prose becomes so heavy that the pencil seems to struggle against it. I’d handwrite everything, but sometimes I just need my computer. You may want to check my post “Are You a Handwriter or a Typer?” It’s relevant to our discussion. 🙂
This post was so good!! I am still quite new to WordPress and your blog is one of the first few I followed! Lovely posts to read through and love the “P.S.” message at the end of this one 🙂
I am glad to hear that, Marija. Blogging can be quite an adventure. Let me know how it goes 🙂
Will do 🙂
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I love the play of words in your piece and how the paper becomes the center of attention. I love your piece. The last thing I wrote on a white paper was a plan of how to grow young people into leaders
What kind of leaders? Social? Financial? Spiritual? May your plan succeed!
I’m a french people, who write in french (obviously) and I started wrote a bite in English, anyway that will never be as good as yours, I just find your blog and I love the way you write. Last things I wrote was one of my texts, I like to write them in a book. I think you don’t care but never mind I wanted to answer to your question (like I said in french, i’m just a french student so please don’t matter all mistakes I do in this comment).
I love this, Vincent. I’m glad you ended it the way you did. I kept thinking while reading it: You are not, in fact, sullying its loveliness; you’re perfecting it. A paper is a vessel for thoughts; thoughts are vessels for beauty, love, and change.
I love this. Thank you. The last thing I wrote was a shopping list!
The last thing I wrote was a reminder: ‘Write the letter that never came’ 🙂
I still hope it will come one day…
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beautifully written 🙂 the last thing I wrote was a short paragraph on how I wanted to stop thinking for a moment