Lyric Poem · Hope
The First Blank Page
The calendar turns over
to a clean, untroubled white —
three hundred sixty-five new mornings,
none of them yet written.
Whatever last year cost you,
set the ledger down.
The page is blank. The pen is yours.
Begin. The ink is dry.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“The First Blank Page” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-first-blank-page
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