Writer's Scalpel

This plane of infinite vision

A cold so expansive

A chill so cutting

Wispy tendrils follow my trail

A winding journey through this endless plane

Descending stairways of complexity

They lead to a place of vibrancy

Pulsating with foggy colors in peripheral corners

A place where ideas flow from the seams

And over my ankles

A hand dipped in the frothing liquid

Comes up full

A hand itching to grab a pen

And scrawl such meanderings upon a page

Words cutting cold into paper

Searing a hole into your vision

Where this liquid pours

Into your vision

Into your mind

From my mind

Reviews

[OT]

Very nice, brilliantly written, great vocabulary and used well! nice work!!

[Red Brick Keshner]

Don't mind reading this over and over again. In my mind's eye I see the poem unfold in a short film... quite intense and gripping.