Unwritten Story
A pen rests unreservedly in my lips
Another embraced behind my ear
A ream of paper at peace on my lap
And ink smudges consume my fingers
/
My perception beyond physicality
Mystical enchanters in chorus
Momentaneous fantasies in flesh
And the artistry streams
/
In a foxtrot my pen whirls
Across the ballroom of parchment
Virginal ink smears
And the gala commences
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Unbeknownst of my environs
Enveloped passionately within my illusions
Adventures given essence
And pressed into a colloquy
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Not infamous is my name
Nor are my narrations published
But a dream I live for
And a tale to be told
Copyright © Jillian Veitenheimer | Year Posted 2012
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