Let wayward fingers
prize words out of the ether
minus thought
and drift on the edge
across the final bar
that fences the horizon
only the white flag
signals trust
I hoist the blank page
and hope
there are words, and wordlings
far beyond my minding
Posted by: cronelogical | April 18, 2008
Roving
Posted in Uncategorized
very delicately poised words (:
By: pearlz on June 17, 2008
at 11:02 pm
and the words come
sometimes with mindfullness
at other times they just escape from the page to join the others.
Thank you for your gift.
Daune
By: mavenmaker on June 25, 2008
at 2:01 am