There’s something quite exciting,
alluring and inviting
about a ream of paper when brand new.
Perhaps the way it’s smelling
is what is most compelling
or maybe it’s the words it might accrue.
By sitting there before me,
the paper will implore me
to exercise my brain so over time
I’ll have a piece worth reading,
its bareness almost pleading
for me to fill it up with prose or rhyme.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the first prompt at The Poetry Park to write a poem about something new.