The White Shadows
The room was white
Floor to ceiling
The light through
The window was white
Even the shadows were white
And it is silent
Not a word spoken
Uttered or written
There were no words to be had
In the white room
It happens sometime…
The words have disappeared
Not a thought
Nor a song
In the white light
From the window
In the white room
A bit of a handicap
When you desire to write
Or think
Or speak of
The white shadows
Upon the white walls
But wait…
Give them time
The letters will return
Dressed in blue
Gold buttons
And golden epaulets
It seems they have
Been taking a little time out
From the white room
Willingly they will lie
Upon the page
Make sense
Express your waiting thoughts
In the white room
With the white light
Where even the shadows
Are white
Note: I was thinking of the times when I want to write. and there simply seems there are no words. Maybe this could be explained as a “place.”
annellannell 
Oh that white room and its sometimes daunting lack of contrasts. I enjoyed how you brought it to life and am happy to know there are golden epaulets on the horizon :).
nice…sometimes it can be frightening if the room is all too white and on the other hand it has a certain serenity with all possibilities open..my words are sometimes dressed like gypsies…uncombed hair and such… i don’t mind…smiles
Thank you so much! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Wo doesn’t love gypsies!!! Just so they show up! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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your link was broken over at dVerse..fixed it for you
I was thinking of a blank sheet of paper as I read this, in between bouts of singing White Room [Cream]. I had a good few months where I just could not write. Nothing came, I just stared at a blank white screen, so in many ways I empathise with this very well.
I can relate to the white shadows when the muse leaves or temporarily hides out of sight ~
I specially like waiting for the time for the letters to come back, with colors ~
all white and no sensory input…i think i would get out of the room and then let the life come to my page when it did…smiles…the words are there….just waiting….i like that the words bring all the colors as well annell…
Ha! Who amongst us has never been in that room? A brilliantly bright telling, Annell!
All that white and no words to break it up…oh have been there, wonderful write!
I really like the repitition here, Annell… the white is inspiring.
I like how you have taken a blank sheet of paper and pulled us into its’ thoughts for even here there can be inspiration. Commenting from dVerse.
Absolutely love the final line. I am trying to figure out what a white shadow would look like 🙂
The opening stanza brought me a feeling of blindness and confusion: if the room is white, and the shadows are white, how would I see edges and walls? Striking words.
A very clever poem to describe the absence of inspiration. I think this fulfils the negative capability prompt perfectly!
All writers suffer this type of negative capability at times. That white room would be too bright for me – too cold as well. Like Brian, I find that if I can’t write, it is often a sign that I need to get out and do some living 🙂