Tuesday, October 5, 2021

The poem



Perched to pounce

on the sheet white page

Ink propels itself

infinite as adrenaline 

from fingertips

feeling for details

Not saying

what was a thought

before

Another word placed

Itself

to getting somewhere closer 

needing a 

tangible witness

to guide.


Painting by August Macke c. 1910, in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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