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
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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
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