Inkling

Pen scribbled ink blots

Mar and seep into wizened

Hands in a flurry to produce

Sustenance for the mind

Lacking enlightenment

Seeking otherworldly

Protestations of simply….

Anything of worth

Valued like tomes of old

Crisp sheets lift and sway

With wanting

‘Touch me

Fill me

Feed

Me, you and I’s need’

Behold the heart of soul

The art of vocabulary

And the mixed ABC’s as

Yesterday and tomorrows collide.

I, flips through

Looking for something unattainable

Me, is complete with scribbles of worth

Faces and moods merging like

Coffee, creamer and heat

You …

Is You sated and content

To leave well enough alone

Don’t change a good thing

It may come but once

So ink is the obvious

To choose the unchangeable

The truly unforgettable

YOU.

 

~Angela Beck

Author's Note

For any who didn't get the meaning in this poem, this is for you...

Read from the begining, straight through until... Anything of worth... Pause, make sure the begining made sense, then continue on. The part in parenthesis is the Book speaking to the writer. can you now see the point of the ending? I hope so :)

Enojy!

Reviews

[emz]

Very clever and well written poem, i like your wordage

Crisp sheets lift and sway
With wanting
'Touch me
Fill me
Feed
Me, you and I's need'
Behold the heart of soul
The art of vocabulary
And the mixed ABC's as
Yesterday and tomorrows collide.

This is truly a lovely piece of writing.

x

[Micheal Teal]

Beautiful , I honour what you have created.

Thanks for the explanation but one of the joys of art is interpretation. Nonetheless whether it be your meaning or the individuals interpretation it is in fact a glimmering literary treasure. I am blessed to have read this. Thank you for sharing your remarkable gift.