(internet photo)
Noise.
Sounds and smells swirl.
A muddy pile
ready for trash can,
or possibly recycling.
Words recycle themselves
on the page,
powerless to escape
the strike of the pen.
Smooth ink flows.
A river confident in its strength,
its ability to carve landscapes,
reshape its borders.
Boundaries.
Fence posts to navigate.
Or, maybe, grab onto
if the water gets too rough.
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This is really good, Mary! The imagery of pen and ink, the reframing of fence posts all give this poem freshness and unsuspecting depth. I loved it!
Thank-you, Meghan! It’s nice to see you back at the site 🙂
this is beautiful!
Thank-you Cheryl 🙂