Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on January 20, 2015 by mabhsavage
Pen meet paper
Have a chat
Shake nib with grain
In absence of hands
A heat erupts
Between two strangers
Immediate, shocking
As fuzz of fibre
Cause ink to flow
Liquid and glorious.
Category: observation, poetry, prose, Uncategorized, writingTags: metaphor, passion, poem, Poet, poetry, prose, writing