Neath My PenA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Happy Valentine's Day, Kitten.
As my heart finds its way to you,
so does my pen; encoding passion in trails of ink. Confined to quiet sheet'd entombment till poetic imagery is awakened on the crowded streets of interpretation. What definition, then, shall I leave of you? Should it be modest, or shall it be flamboyant? This pen speaks honestly, so whichever is left, know it will be of the most sincere cloth. Then again, my heart knows you and its love for you, to be boundless. Let me commit a grave injustice should I limit my pen to the spectrum of one emotion. Where else, but a page should you exist as I see you... grand wonderment, in every fixation. Is this pen prepared for the clutch of an obsessed heart, venting through aching fingers awaiting a sweet release that never comes? I want to paint you golden with black ink... as the Sun. Only always afixed, nearer nor further from either goal. With no horizons to fall behind, no cloud clusters to obstruct your radiance. In days of you, I feel no rain. Let this pen ship you to the stars, I will write still, of you, of the trip, till I am drinking the dregs of my own depleted ink wells; maniacally wondering, where has all the ink gone. Less words themselves abandon me, I shall pen you without pause. Through the blackest ink, the light of you will project itself into the world, from neath my pen. © 2019 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorTravis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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