Distinction
without difference
Where shadows
defame
Laughter
without smiles
Embodied
in shame
Each story
redundant
Whose print
stays uninked
As eyes
search for mercy
That last
—missing link
(Las Vegas Boulevard: February, 2023)
Categories:
uninked, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes it feels as if from thin air,
But other times it never shows.
Where the next idea is to come from?
No one truly ever knows.
Sometimes it’s divine, subliminal thought,
But other times it hurts the mind.
In any case, all we certainly know
Is that inspiration’s the hardest to find.
Like the ink in the quill, soon to run dry,
The mind, too, can enter a void.
Be careful not to linger within that realm
For the poet gets quickly annoyed.
To escape the power of the uninked write
Just put your paper under the pen.
Let it all flow, regardless of thought
And the poet will show his face again.
Categories:
uninked, inspirational, on writing and
Form: Quatrain