Blank Slate
Blank slate
Each new page brings
Bleached clear
The rings of time
Eroded into dust
That holds the echoes of time
Clamoring for ink
To script
For scores
Music’s dance
And then
We turn the page
Blank slate
–by elisabeth connelley
Purple Profundity 
Very nice poem today. I really enjoyed reading it. Feel free to read and share this poem “The Inspiration” also.
Thanks again for writing this.