The Yearning Paper
The fibres of the paper raise their fingers to the air
Grasping and pulling to get the ink above
Yearning for the words
Words that create history and halt the passage of time
Flattened dimensions
3-d objects in a 2 dimensional place
Thoughts the liveblood of the dripping ink
and ideas come to fruition
A pausal breath before releasing life
The artwork surrounded by a sea of the dead who could never look away.
The wisened tree cut to water pulp, fated for fate
The blank white canvas that accepts greedily
As the writer give bith to life on the pages
And imagination fathers another child.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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