My Watermarks In Time
Each word I place
is cupped in my hands,
till the page unfolds
to accept my offering
in the stain of each letter
is the blood of my tears
and my sorrowful fears
magnificent in love
and joyful bliss
arias of evermore
ripple to watermark
as each curve
embossed into form
it came to life,
smarting with the etching
but ever ecstatic
in the release
And,
with the closing
of my book
lines will be straight
the backs bound
in titanium
standing for all time
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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