Saturday, May 26, 2012

I think
best in ink

The paper awaits
As the pen sates

I can be a fool
With my doodles

an inner quibble

For my eyes alone
Nothing needs to be written in stone

And onto this lined layer
My story, my poem, my prayer .

1 comment:

wreader said...

LOVEly poem! And I love the quote at the top, too.