Showing posts with label the poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the poem. Show all posts

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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