Chalkboard

Chalkboard A blank page, lines but no words I scribble just to riddle the page unclean, but still no meaning, no madge to show me the way to clarity I bleed frustration by balling up the sheaf of paper, an invitation to failure A new page sits in front of me I press on, but think no genuine thoughts, no light shines through dense clouds, no sunshine brightens my meaningless day with insight So instead, I draw a picture I’m not an artist, but in this picture I see beyond the farce Moments, hours they slip on their cloths, and only then do I concentrate on another blank sheet of paper Whereby confusion left in the open, scatters, as my inner eye, brightens The words, naked and alive, they primp and preen, sentence after sentence, footprints, through the sands of my mind ***Seeking perfection can be a catalyst for success as much or more as it can be for failure. You try enough, you are bound to succeed. Yet by failing you temp arming your fears with failure after failure, each threatening to bring your walls crashing down. The best of us continue to fight because we have nothing better to do. But is it not also for the joy of the fight we wage this war? In winning we would be lost and suddenly stranded without purpose, but those momentary successes keep us going like a mouse hopping from one cheesy morsel to the next. In a way that is what this poem is about, a moment of complete failure followed by the bliss of understanding and meaning.