Thursday, September 17, 2009
Murky Ink
My petulant pen scribbles capriciously—where am I heading, question mark, then questioning the mark—my hand placing a still shadow over the I. Murky ink--thickening. Heavy thoughts envelop the I. Then the shadow meanders over the loose page, searching, pleading, if not for an answer then for an end.
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