April 23, 2012

It has been four months and seven

days since I last mixed

ink with recycled tree-skin.

 

I'd almost forgotten how

to shape letters beneath

my pressed fingertips,

 

but just like how the rain

always returns to the sky,

I remembered its smooth taste--

 

silver burn beneath my tongue.

Reviews

[Hidden Happiness]

i can really relate to this...there was a time i was going through some problems and months passed before i sat on my table with a pen and my diary...really amazing poem and pls read some of my stuff...im new and would really like to know what you think of my writing..:)

[Chris]

The difference between "keyboarding" and writing is all in the fingertips and ears. A touch of "cute" for the humanity and an aftertaste of ...I never really left.