Every Laugh and Tear

A pen that drips upon hesitating featherless wings holds vented words that bleed of the music it sings, longing for escape or some sense of sweet release of a soul alone, lost in obscure hopes of peace. Is it rhyme or reason that infiltrates thrusts of blotted ink spots dripping feelings that titillate where once free thought expressed joy, peace and rage now comes the plunge of images dancing on the page. What do you see in those images displayed amidst every laugh and tear held in your throat the visions ofsuffering you have portrayed, what words and melody could the words emote? Picture a flower, some red crimson scented rose sketched clear in its simplest and majestic form by ink, the pen, the page, the line disclosed the rapture of this life to which we're born. Let the pen ink flow, dripping in passionate poetry or prose a combined expression by couplet, verse or quatrain spent. flutters of the heart at rest released in quiet safe repose with melodic imagery in words that sing again, with pens content. Theme "The rapture of this life" 5/19/18 for Broken Wings contest on Let Your Pen Drip