Ink

Hello Alexis. I think we can all relate an second your words on what our ink means to us and the power and strength it has. It is all that you say in your entry. Well done.

Oh, how I can relate to this, Alexis. Love the way you expressed it in so few words! Hugs, Sandra

I can so relate to this little poem Alexis. I never know when my muse will appear. Then I use anything I can get my hands on to write with, ink pen, pencil, crayon....you name it. Your first four lines are a great example of how poetry helps us...sustains us. 7 ; )

we all lose the muse until in a snap, she comes back filled with spilled ink... nice one, alexis..huggs

No worries, your ink shall return when you least expect it , Alexis. Such a heart yearning poem. I could feel the desperation. Solid to the bone poetry. Another 7 given for this poem of deep introspection. Love always.

I can lend you a pen, if you need one my friend. :) I think your ink is not lost, because it found it's way to me through your cool little poem. Nice one Alexis