Lead and Ink
It starts with a thought or word
some distant sound or something
you’ve heard, saw, felt or smelled.
Maybe it’s something you fear or love,
or maybe its just an idea or ideal,
becoming the story, song, poem or verse.
And once it starts it just keeps going,
becoming emotions feelings and words.
Maybe it’s a memory or a dream, could be
running water in a stream twisting
and toiling, or a sunrise purple and pink
for my perception and imagination to set free.
Becoming the destination
of the scribbled lines you read.
Some are born to paint or sing
play or dream, but I get mine from
Lead & Ink.
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