Ode to a Blank Page
A Virtual Paradox
A blank page — what is it now?
A screen, a space, a virtual vow?
A paper once, so tactile and true,
Now pixels and bytes, a digital view.
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My handwriting's bad, a scrawl, a mess,
Yet something in ink has a human caress,
An education of hand, a primitive form,
Now keys and screens are the norm.
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But what's an object, in this virtual age?
A file, a folder, a digital stage?
An object once tangible, solid, and clear,
Now fleeting and distant, yet oddly near.
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A blank page — trash? A container so small,
For thoughts, for dreams, it captures them all,
Yet so often discarded, lost in the noise,
A primitive medium, yet one of my choice.
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Since '83 I've typed, I've clicked,
Yet paper and pen still somehow stick,
A hardwiring in brain, a draw, a pull,
Not age, but humanity's biological rule.
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A child with paper, so simple, so free,
A tablet requires layers, complexity,
A blank page, once clear, now ambiguity reigns,
A paradox dancing, in digital chains.
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Is it the longing for touch, the ink, the feel?
That keeps me returning, that makes it real?
A blank page, an enigma, a virtual muse,
A symbol of life, in its many hues.
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A question, a wonder, a philosophical dance,
The blank page invites me, into a trance,
A container for thoughts, yet more profound,
A reflection of life's eternal, questioning sound.
About the Creator
Mark Randall Havens
Mark Randall Havens is founder of Dallas Maker Community and Dallas Makerspace and was awarded a prestigious Ph.D. fellowship in recognition of his work in his community. Mark Havens holds an MS in Management and a BS in Computer Science.
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