Perceived Only In The InkA Poem by Suzanne Deakinspoem on writing and being
Perceived only in the ink
The blank page tells our story
No imagination, no being
Ink stained hands reaching to touch the existence of life
The blank page tells our story
How am I to make my marks
Will my ink stained fingers leave their print
Is our existence only in the ink
Will we be known only on this page
No words, no being
Ink stained fingers reaching to know
Reveal your being
Allow my page to be full
Leave your ink print upon my life
Fingers that are writing the story
Come to me maker of stories
Reveal your secret life to my book
Leave none of my pages empty
Creator of my story leave your ink upon me
I would know this ink,
No matter what it writes
I crave its words and being
Come to me ink stain
Give me meaning
© 2007 by Suzanne Deakins
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1 Review Added on August 18, 2008 AuthorSuzanne DeakinsPortland, ORAboutI have been writing most of my life. Published a couple of times...more interested in the creative aspect of poetry, fiction, and story telling. more..Writing
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