B & W

black words     white page

thoughts

floating in space

airs and graces

the world’s wind

blowing through

freshening     cleansing

cotton clouds     silky sky

that one word

waiting

to be spoken

that one thought

soon to be borne

out from the dark

a new existence

brightens

blinds with its light

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“If you look at a page of poetry, the slim words are couched in the empty whiteness of the page.” John O’Donohue, Anam Cara, p. 69.