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We put ink to paper
A slow release of demons
Taking up valuable space
Indigo tears dripping
As loud as rain on tin
Echoing with validation
Heart and soul precipitation
We are deafened
By our own definitions
Of tragedy and defeat
Blinded by the sandstorms
We carelessly create
Still we reach for the reservoir
Spellbound by the flow
Of this cursive dance
We put ink to paper
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Another one for dVerse. It’s been a great week. As a poetic prompt, we were asked to choose a line from one of two poems by Brian Miller or Claudia Schonfeld. The line I chose was “we put ink to paper” in Claudia’s poem. You can check them both out at dVerse Poet’s Pub.
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