Clean Paper
A poem by Charlie d'Estries
A clean sheet of paper
No ink has been spilled
In some organized fashion
In crosses and stilts
Devoid of such mess
Makes it pure and without
Any errors of judgement
Or errs of the heart
It’s the pain of a lover
Who needs the right words
To win back a loved one
And hope to be heard
It makes writers uneasy
As he searches for prose
To pay back a chapter
With the words that he owes
But alas! What a mess
This poor sheet from a tree
So shamelessly stained
With the pee of a bee
A soiled old parchment
Like an old woman’s face
Tells a thousand old stories
Some written in haste
A letter rewritten
Was it perfect before or
Will one more attempt
Help it even the score?
But too much is written
Without giving a thought
To the careless demise
Of the paper you sought
A clean sheet of paper
Prepared in its quest
Has completed its mission
And has passed all the tests
Be kind and be gentle
Write thoughts with your head
And don’t leave it unwritten
If it cannot be said
Written October 18, 1997 at the Sandcastle Restaurant, along the Pacific Coast Highway (Hwy 1) in Malibu on a beautiful Saturday morning.
A poem by Charlie d'Estries
A clean sheet of paper
No ink has been spilled
In some organized fashion
In crosses and stilts
Devoid of such mess
Makes it pure and without
Any errors of judgement
Or errs of the heart
It’s the pain of a lover
Who needs the right words
To win back a loved one
And hope to be heard
It makes writers uneasy
As he searches for prose
To pay back a chapter
With the words that he owes
But alas! What a mess
This poor sheet from a tree
So shamelessly stained
With the pee of a bee
A soiled old parchment
Like an old woman’s face
Tells a thousand old stories
Some written in haste
A letter rewritten
Was it perfect before or
Will one more attempt
Help it even the score?
But too much is written
Without giving a thought
To the careless demise
Of the paper you sought
A clean sheet of paper
Prepared in its quest
Has completed its mission
And has passed all the tests
Be kind and be gentle
Write thoughts with your head
And don’t leave it unwritten
If it cannot be said
Written October 18, 1997 at the Sandcastle Restaurant, along the Pacific Coast Highway (Hwy 1) in Malibu on a beautiful Saturday morning.