This poem is a void —
devoid of hues or views,
a canvas lacking pigment
a ballad yet unborn;
tabula rasa.
This poem is the pewter —
stacked and ready
to be cast into your mould,
it’s a promise ot a lie;
tabula rasa.
This poem is a wish —
whatever you have wanted;
a seed beneath the snow
a hope of harvest yet to come;
tabula rasa.
This poem is for you —
a chalice to be filled with wine;
the gift from someone
who has nothing left to give;
tabula rasa.
Tabula Rasa by Sharon Knight
Today Mish hosts Poetics at dVerse, and she brings the photographic art by Sharon Knight who shares her photos on https://sunearthsky.com/. We have her permission to use her photos for this prompt, so join us and complement her photography with your poetry. Do not forget referring back to Sharon’s site.
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautiful analogies!!
Thank you…
Perfect. Thank you. 🙂
Thank you for the photos.. love your names of your photos too… add som much inspiration.
Thank you :). Your reading of the poem is powerful. It captures the essence and feeling I wanted to convey with the image. I am honored.
Thank you so much… I have just started to learn how to read my poems…
That is effective repetition, Bjorn, not only the ‘tabula rasa’ but also ‘void’ and ‘devoid’, and the internal rhyme of hues/views, which conveys the emptiness of the scene.,I really love ‘a ballad yet unborn’ and ‘a seed beneath the snow’.
A lovely poem of hope!
This is so beautifully written.
I like “a ballad yet unborn.”
I love the postmodern feel of this, like the poem is speaking self-referentially. The first three stanzas speak of hope and the third of a sort of hope born of despair. Really nice work, Bjorn!
One of your best. The repetition works very well in this. The emptiness of the photo and the chalice filled with wine – they all work together very well in this.
This is so delicate. Often, when given the gift of tabula rasa, there is a sense of coloring it and filling it up vibrantly and rapidly. But here there is a prudence, a sense of great care. I love,
“the gift from someone
who has nothing left to give;”
A generous gift!
You do complement Sharon with your poem–it’s simplicity and stark beauty. For me the repetition of the first lines of the poem and tabula rasa is so effective.
It sure looks like a clean slate. Winter wiped it clear. You nailed it on the head! Tabula rasa
A poem painted in front of my eyes. I like the repetition and especially love the kindness of “the gift from someone
who has nothing left to give”.
The midwest plains of the US look like a tabula rasa. I like the final stanza of the gift from someone with nothing left to give.
Amazing how much the snow covered field has given you to share!
Very nice!
Dwight
A hopeful poem, promising a harvest and good things to come. The repetition brings itogether together well.
What marvelous images you’ve conjured with this one, Björn. Beautifully said.
Proving that there is always something left to give 🙂
Wonderfully written and delivered with such a distinctive voice.
Each word seems precious! Thank you, Bjorn.
how well you write in wax tablets “a ballad yet unborn” = lovely
Nice. 🙂 The line, “the gift from someone
who has nothing left to give” was perfect. A gift from someone who has nothing, and yet it is everything.
Love those words they go together so well with Sharon’s image.
This goes perfect with the photo!
Oh that ending has a very affecting twist. Thank you for fixing my link…I am having trouble with my mouse and sometimes I think I have copied a thing but I haven’t.
–Fireblossom
You had linked back to the prompt… I’m always ready to fix a link
Beautiful writing with a stunning ending.
Those spaces that need color and form…beautifully done. (K)
Well done. Excellent read.
kaykuala
This poem is for you —
a chalice to be filled with wine;
the gift from someone
A poem is a song sung to the accompaniment of a music of silence but incorporating all that love has to offer
Hank