Posted by: cronelogical | April 18, 2008

Roving

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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Responses

  1. very delicately poised words (:

  2. 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


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