This afternoon while Emma rested and recovered from a stomach bug Torrey was doing a little writing on the iPad. I grabbed my camera for a quick shot of the day, and got a good laugh in the end. She had just written the first stanza when I started clicking away. I didn't read through the rest until I uploaded the photos, and got a good laugh when I got to the fourth stanza. I wonder who she was referring to there...
She sent me a copy of the finished product, with permission to post it below.
by Torrey Culbertson
Have you ever sat,
Down on your chair,
With a pencil, some paper, and a pen?
Staring at the paper, thinking,
And a blank piece of paper is staring back.
Trying to think,
Of places, times, and feelings.
Thinking of things you have thunk,
And a blank piece of paper is thinking back.
Gnawing your pencil,
Thinking, pondering, wandering.
Waiting for some ideas to come,
And a blank piece of paper is waiting back.
When something comes clicking, zooming, and snapping.
'Tis a camera, distracting away,
And a blank piece of paper is snapping back.
When all of a sudden,
You're smiling, chuckling, and eventually laughing.
About your poem about nothing,
And a blank piece of paper is smiling back.
At the poem you had just written,
It was about thinking, pondering, with no outcome.
This poem just written,
And the blank piece of paper has written back.
Thinking of more,
For the poem about nothing, blankness, no more.
But your poem is done, it is written,
And the once blank piece of paper is done.