An impecunious child, as young as the earth,
When he puts pen on paper, ink gives birth,
to thousands of words , an eclectic writer,
to a bland, grey sheet, he represents a lighter.
This piece of paper, sterile and white,
quivers in his hands, ignites to pure light,
Lost in a sea of ink; in a sea of life,
pen touches paper, like skin to a knife,
He concocts meaning to the entity of one,
to a page made of earth, he replaces the sun,
In a dystopian world, he crafts semantics,
he writes with such aptitude, it calms the frantic.
But he remains inconspicuous, leaving nothing to show,
though if you observe and read, perhaps you may know,
that literary is another form of art ; with a life, not to mention
It creates an imaginary world itself, an existence without tension
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
