Open Poetry #41 |
With Every Drop of Ink (repost) |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Every drop of ink I use- Is like a drop of blood… A bit of essence of myself- A seeming, endless flood. Revealing secrets unconfessed- Obligations yet unmet… A glimpse into my inner parts… Some don’t care, and most forget. A glimpse of what I might have been- And many things I never was.. And yet I write, and write again.. Oh, tell me.. is there not a cause? A cause! Why yes! To carve our names Like children do on restroom walls- Desiring but to leave a trace… In life… before the Shadow calls. Yet I am less, the more I write… With loss of essence, we all shrink… As blood from wrists, which have been slashed We die with every drop of ink. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
I loved this, but I like to think that the more we share, the more we have to offer.... I always really enjoy reading you. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I love your poem John, very thought provoking, but I think we are better off and our soul grows when we have something (rather than nothing) to offer. You clearly have something to offer. Ida |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
We die with every drop of ink yes. Let the ink bloom a field. Love the read. Tom |
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