Ink Blots

Ink Blots

 

While out travelling

                  He wrote to her almost

            Every single day

                   Oh’ how

              The ink would flow

From his pen

                                          To her paper and

                                         Then along the

       Mid fold crease

             A row of bright blue

         Rorschach

Butterflies ached

     To be set free

                                        He was a poet

      She called him

         Love

They named

              What they made

Together

                                                   Art

                   While all along

                     The perforated

            Mid fold crease

                                              A row of near

            Perfect bright blue

   Rorschach

                 Butterflies ached

               To be set free

             Upon the world

           Yet he saw there

                                            Nothing but several almost

    Insignificant ink blots

 

Reviews

[sette]

so romantic and endearing best describe this poem

[Neville]

I like your take on these words sette.. it seems they can be viewed in several different ways.... N x

[lightsong]

I so love this Neville! the idea, the form, and Your rhythm is spot on, the way Your sentences appear on the page is perfect along Your title and idea, and all I can feel at the end is that dear poet still dreaming upon his "ink blots" page.

truly nice to read such a gentle and lovely poem from You.

[Neville]

Wow, thank you so much dear friend, you are way too kind but, believe me, I do like it and feel very spoilt... Neville

[lightsong]

as I like it too, when You spoil me :)

believe me, You are very welcome my friend.

[Neville]

I better spoil you more often then..

[lightsong]

~~~~ :*) ~~~~

[Neville]

...... :)

[Lorry]

Morning Neville,
This has a feel to it of when collaberations go wrong, or perhaps it reads of words that once meant the world, only to cause pain when reread after the words stop being spoken. Although I am pretty sure my own slanted view of collabs between artists, whether ink or other fluid based, always have a hollow echo to them after the ink dries.
All we have left is the pretty shapes their brief path took, which you hit a bullseye with in your words.
But as I said, possibly my slanted viewpoint, of which I have most certainly learned to say no to.

[Neville]

Cheers Lorry.. another interesting viewpoint and not the first to mention collaboration/ing.. I have only ever written one bit o poetry in conjunction with another.. your visit tho as always is much appreciated.. Hope you and yours are all well... Neville

[Lorry]

Thanks Neville. I knew my thoughts had been tainted. Once is always enough :)

[Chris Shaw]

No two people will see things in an identical way. You may think you are on the same page, until you get an ink blot moment. Also beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ink blots is a quite a lovely write Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you so much Chris... N

[alanwgraham]

This is lovely Neville. You have really expressed very cleverly how perception and communication can exist on different levels for each of us. I would like to think that as poets we can see a little deeper and the doors of perception are ajar.
Time to get the winter woollies out.
Cheers.
Alan

[Neville]

Many thanks Alan for stopping to consider these words, your thoughts, as always are always welcome and much appreciated.. Cheers & All Good Things, Neville

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think you should bring it in just a tad more... those ink blot words ...would look just like butterflies, my friend...but then again that is just what I see !::)

[Neville]

I tried that.. it was my initial intention.. thank you.. Neville

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It is a very good piece...almost fits like a collab...all that give and take. I've missed you Nev!

[Neville]

then I shall thank you again my friend, thank you.... N