All it is in so many lines
A begging of eternity to unwind
You echo the words in transcendence caper
Penning relationships allied to wonder
For sorrow there is blue
For love heart's red
The death of blackness in words said
Conjure if you will those lines filled with veer
Never let anyone tell you that your ink lacks grace.
I love the rhythm of this piece that enhances the colourful moods. The flow and blend of the inks go to leave an indelible image, which then creates - a poem.
i really like this...there are so many colors in life, so many colors of ink (metaphorically) to use to describe...and so many different styles of poetry..
and only those who have skyscraper egos can tell others that their poetry is lacking...the heart speaks from within and the words come...as they will...oh yes, we can always work on ourselves and our writing and keep trying to get better...but what comes from the poets gut---that is what it is...and it never lacks grace...feelings are feelings.
oh my what captivating ink drops your pen spilled upon this gem of a poem!
very captivating in its hauntingly intriguing imagery...amazing dictation and
meter. i thank you for sharing your poetic gift with us all.
100/favs. -- xo - barrie