An Ode to the Blank Page in Pseudo-Sonnet Form
- By Eric Moreno
- Published 12/16/2007
Eric Moreno
Eric L. Moreno is a freelance writer and lifelong resident of San Antonio, Texas. He is a proud graduate of East Central High School and the University of Texas at San Antonio and lives and dies with the Chicago Cubs. Among his writing influences, he would count Ernest Hemingway, Larry McMurtry, William Goldman, Elmore Leonard, Quentin Tarantino, Bill Willingham, Stephen Ambrose, Geoff Johns and Roy Thomas. Ex Nihilo, Nihil Fit
An Ode to the Blank Page in Pseudo-Sonnet Form
By Eric L. Moreno
Empty whiteness stares back at me
Mocking, taunting, laughing, leering
Hey, when why am I supposed to use “thee?”
Mocking, taunting, laughing, leering.
Spenserian, Italian … What? How?
This is all a mystery, all ans unknown.
Why poems? Why do this now?
Wait did that rhyme? Is my pattern blown?
I type and type, but don’t see the point.
I am no poet. No Eliot. No Yeats.
Look at my meter, my rhyme scheme. Doh! Why did I say “point?”
Now look where you’re at, idiot! You can’t rhyme Yeats!
That’s it, now I’ve blown the pattern, blown the scheme.
Yet, write on I must. Think on I must. Create on I must.
Dang it! Quick, hand me a Thesaurus … umm, “gleam.”
Whew, this next one is easier, this next rhyme is just “just.”
Thank God. I am now at the end.
Name, address, spell check, send.