Inkscape

In search of myself through signs and metaphors…

      

At times I was given to inktravels

And with time

I got to stay in that inkworld

Far more than it was wise.

Until one day I got trapped there.

 

This is my tale.

And the tale of all my dreams

And exactly how they came to be

And gone.

Leaving me on the shore of here

As much as anywhere else.

 

My memories

Extend beyond reason,

Time and life.

 

But my sanity

Isn’t elastic.

It got scattered

Through countless lives.

Slowly,

It’s all coming back…

And with it

The whole of me…

 

I

 

I was born elsewhere

From a womb of light

And a perfect sphere

Of sparkling might…

 

As I placed the quill

On the white surface

And inked it with will

I gave birth to a furnace.

 

It raged through my fingers,

It engulfed my mind.

 

Yet as the quill lingers

Poised to rewind

 

Untold worlds through,

Is it time already,

I wonder in thought,

Am I ready?

 

Part of me is,

And so much more.

Part of me wants this

As I wanted before…

 

So… I dream!

Reviews

[Lauriegirl]

profound and poignant poem..excellent!!

[J.Nico]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you liked it.