Lost pages

I wrote this on a blank page I found when I flipped through my notebook. And sorry I have written many poems lately, been busy with other projects. I written some jokes for a stand up comedy I might preform eventually and some other bit and pieces of things which might never see the light of day.

The Poem

Flipping through this book
I catch a sorry sight
Blank pages between the filled ones
An affront to my written work
lost pages that beg to be filled at last.

Or did once they hold my words
filled with written prose
an Homeric epic of cross Canada journeys,
The brilliant play for only the greatest actors.
All too much for men eyes
So they slipped off the page into eather.

Now it is my task
to fill this empty space
with my words, ideas, pictures all
or barring that world changing effort.
my idle ramblings about fruit and fish
the meat of which I might feast.
Oh wait that is but a grocery list.

Or should I leave the page unfilled
the reminder of what is possible,
a canvas blank never to be used,
someday to be returned to
when the time is right
to fill my empty pages of this book.