A Blurb of Melancholy
One must love writing
to be good at it --
the caress of feelings
into words – the fondling
of pen and page,
knowing when to end
while not wanting to --
Was black ink appropriate?
Or this work worthy of red,
what we inscribe life with
till the well is depleted
and the quill, dry and
brittle – for all intent purposes
pointless to jot….
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