Only a cat loves a blank page,
its snowy potential, the peaceful
surface and inviting plane,
a cliff to a writer’s eyes.
Only a cat loves a blank page,
that blind leap into oblivion,
the remorseless reflection
of a writer’s empty mind.
Only a cat loves a blank page
with a sharpened pencil poised above,
the pristine tip trembling with hope
in a writer’s feeble fist.
Only a cat loves a blank page,
touched with tentative inspiration,
hesitant scratchings, some scribbles
crossed through with a writer’s pen.
Only a cat loves a blank page, crushed,
crumpled, bedewed with terrified sweat,
a plaything of broken dreams
tossed by a writer’s hand.
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I invented this cat aphorism in response to a dVerse challenge. Cats appear to be immune to vacansopapurosophobia, also known as atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia.
Enjoyed the repeatition.
Nice one
Much💛love
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Excellent, Denise. I sometimes find that page to be smugly blank, defying me in its omnipotence.
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I think the cat is waiting for that blank page can be crumpled into a toy 🙂
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