You stare at me, blank page
Silent as a sage
Full of potential you are
Like a hidden star
Poignant with sorrow
Unseen like tomorrow
Pregnant with joy
An unborn infant, a concealed ploy
You challenge my pen
An unpolished gem
You are a quiet rebuke
In your nook
You are an order I take
Yet another mistake
You stare at me, blank page
Silent as a sage
A gentle appeal
Not yet revealed
It is you I blame
For your awaiting flame
For your conquest you wait
At some future date
Every writer you mock
Quietly you talk
You give no respite
A welcoming sight
Annoyingly you dazzle
Secrets you unravel
Kindly be still
For thoughts I have nil
I cannot appease your ever hungry demand
I am weary of your constant command
And yet you stare
Till my feelings I bare
Without a doubt
I hear you shout
You seem chagrined
Urging me to imagine
You allow me no rest
Till finally I say yes