Pen and Ink

January 23, 2018

I rise with the moon.

Goddess formed from

star reflection, I drink

eternity from a twilight cup.

I know how gravel feels

beneath my own shoes,

but the stones you walk

are not my agony.

Ink stained fingers

carved out a thousand words

to tell a story that pinched

my heart into dried blood.

Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform

Comments

Fireblossom said…

I love the presentation on these.

January 23, 2018 at 9:09 PM

Jae Rose said…

So poignant and adored the accompanying images

January 23, 2018 at 11:10 PM

Jim said…

I had forgotten about ink stained hands. I love the crunch of the gravel. It vibrates so much cleaner than the dirt.
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January 24, 2018 at 12:37 AM

Kim M. Russell said…

I love the images and these lines especially, Susie:
'Ink stained fingers
carved out a thousand words
to tell a story that pinched
my heart into dried blood'.

January 24, 2018 at 2:56 AM

Sanaa Rizvi said…

The emotions in each set are so raw and tangible! Especially touched by; "to tell a story that pinched my heart into dried blood."

January 24, 2018 at 5:27 AM

MNL (Cactus Haiku) said…

Love this! especially "Ink stained fingers
carved out a thousand words"

January 24, 2018 at 6:47 AM

✿ said…

These are all gorgeous, but this is my very favorite part:

"Goddess formed from
star reflection, I drink"

January 24, 2018 at 9:19 AM

Bekkie Sanchez said…

You have lovely handwriting and are so talented, Susie! Wonderful!

January 24, 2018 at 10:25 AM

Magaly Guerrero said…

Love everything about this--the presentation, the way they play with each other. Most of all, I love the last lines of the middle piece (the poem I will publish on Saturday, for the mini-challenge, will show why... It feels that we've been dancing to similar music). :-)

January 24, 2018 at 10:41 AM

Vivian Zems said…

You did well here....love the layout and flow👏👏👏

January 24, 2018 at 12:55 PM