Just click on the image to read the poems.
More than once, the paper, the page, has been the inspiration for the poem. It was there in front of my eyes and begged the ink, sucked the thought from my brain.
These four poems have that in common. All confess a consciousness of the paper housing the words. Twice, a blank page that otherwise would have gone to waste in my tiny congested notebook, welcomed a neatly written poem to fill the page just so.
In my experience, the shape of the paper also can provide some stimulus for a poem. I have some, written horizontally on a long narrow notepad and others written vertically. Some require staggered indentation to keep the flow going before the next line can begin, and others welcomed the span of a nice wide page, giving freedom to the notions that came from nowhere.
There is no link between the themes of these little poems, other than the fact that they all knew about the page where they were born.
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