Spill of a Moistened Quill
Illustrated delicately across the page,
Are imprints and collage of poetic verses
Which flicker with the air-brushed strokes of life—
That from my very essence they need to fly ,
Transporting me to mystical hemispheres
As dips of imagination bleed upon endless hours,
Soaked in the glimmer of fireflies, ponds, lanterns:
Within this vivid mind, I allow a crescent moon
This pleasure, this spill of art’s radiance,
To glimmer through a moistened quill
Just how these drawn hands first began, inspired…
O my thoughts drifting into night's allure
On a parchment cast through lattices of sky,
As images rustle unfearingly, upstream!
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8/19/2019
Joseph May's One In Four Contest
Line #4
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