Living Ink
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Words are a peculiar form of expression. Often they are thrown about to influence, and control, other times they take on a Zen-like meaning, needing to be shared as questionable consideration, avoiding the pressure to validate another person’s truth or lack of. (Image by pinterest)
Monday, March 13, 2017
Living Ink
by Odin Roark
When ink glistens
and what you love cascades beneath the quill,
your eyes remain steadfast on your muse,
her touch like that of the champagne grape before harvest,
reluctant to satiate the taste of one’s words,
fearful the thirst will abate.
Questioning is not needed…
For glisten though it might,
never can the page fully become
the you that is the seed,
that generates the vine,
that not only feeds the winged and crawlers,
but becomes the gently plucked,
to become the forever quenched thirst of the quill.
Such is the life of awakened words worthy of the ink in waiting.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane