Blank Black Paper

I love this! I like that the girl is mysterious and secretive, even though she's sharing her work with the world. It makes you wonder what she's been up to "in her silence" and why she became so silent in the first place.

This is my favorite line:

"she runs her fingers over each indent -- so she knows her her words are still there"

The imagery is vivid, and I could literally feel the indentations in the paper because I've done that plenty of times. Speaking of indentations, is that what you meant, when you wrote "indent"? I don't see the word a lot, so I may be wrong.

Other than that, I really enjoyed this :)

Writing with black ink on black paper, that's a clever way of saying that words are lost or hidden, whether it's the meaning that's lost or whether it's truly the whole poem that's hiding in the dark. I especially enjoyed the ending, I thought it was a nice integration of both physical and emotional "feeling". The only critique I have about this piece is that I am not too sure about its format, I thought its enjambment to disrupt from the flow, a bit jagged for my taste, but maybe that's intentional, to illustrate the jagged mind of the lost poet? I find myself to be both liking and disliking the format, it has something but at the same time, hmm, maybe I am just reading it the wrong way. If you've got your reasons, I would say, by all means stick to it, though! Sorry if I am rambling and confusing you. =p