NaPoWriMo 2015 – Take an old poem and write it bottom to top – To Hand an Empty Page

I Come Across an Empty Page


A woman seated in a chair.

The sun shadows across the floor.

I draft words over phantoms

of other words, other times.

And looking back two and a half

years later I see I made

No diary entries that week.

The days so anguished

when we sat with you.

Benita H. Kape © 1.5.2015

I only looked at one other poem and it seemed not to want to be written backward. This one did, not because it was short, and yes I shortened (but only slightly) in the editing. This poem was written toward the end of 2010. I simply cannot believe we have moved on almost another five years. Maybe I should have titled the poem Days of Anguish but that was just too much.

So I bid a dear farewell to another year of NaPoWriMo. Thank my friends along the way. Bye for now on this front. What this poem shows me is there are no blank pages ever. Somewhere they remain filled in. And that’s how it will be for the next eleven months. Sometimes poems, sometimes not.