Reflections from a blank page . . .

It's the Moon's day and cooling Northerlies bring songs from the mailbox . . .

Today is the anniversary of The March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in 1963.

The poet Rita Dove was born today in 1952 Akron, Ohio. The Pulitzer Prize recipient, she has also served as U.S. Poet Laureate.

from “Dawn Revisited”

Imagine you wake up / with a second chance . . .If you don't look back,

the future never happens. / . . . The whole sky is yours / to write on, blown open /

to a blank page. – Rita Dove, On the Bus with Rosa Parks. W. W. Norton and Company, Inc. 1999.

Today is also the 274th anniversary of Goethe's birth. Born Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in 1749 Frankfurt, he is considered the father of German literature as the author of the epic drama Faust.

. . . while poetry may be a language for the silent places in us, it is also a language of connection — a way of finding the intimate in the universal and the universal in the intimate — and so it is meant to be shared. – Maria Popova, in The Marginalian.

Black Print on a White Page

While it may seem I am addicted to words,

it's not the words I am drawn too.

Rather, I write to find those blank spaces

between the words where the light is.

The pain and consequent fear of abandonment

has led to my now aloneness

and the discovery of the love-light

reflected from a blank page.

– jb 8.27.23