the words slip from his mind
floating to the lines of empty space
the poet unravels his story
like a painter strokes his canvas
each word another colour from
ever changing writer’s palette of words
the poet knows not where it will end
nor the varied paths that it may take
until the last word leaves his mind
he smiles in abstract satisfaction
reads what his hand and mind gave birth
smiles as the ink like an artist paints
dries to the work that he creates
I've missed your work friend. I've been offline for the past couple of weeks and need to do some catch up on here. This is a masterful piece of work and I am truly in awe. You captured my attention and held it to the last incredible line.
Write on...
Chanti
Your palette is always a delight to visit too! One stroke from your pen leaves those looking on for another and another...
I love the color scheme you've chosen here..a canvas filled with splashes of Felix!
Lisa
Take care,
Sherry