Lionheart- this is too you. told you i could make something of it.

 

The pen nib scribbles across the page

Leaving ink in its trail

Furiously the words are carved

Onto the pristine whiteness

The flowing script

An art on its own

The meaning within

Not seen to all

Who care to look

Beneath the surface

The words seem to flow

From pen to paper

Heart to mind

The writing in the moment

Our eyes are blind


Submitted: July 20, 2007

© Copyright 2022 Nova chan. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

craaig

Very good. We can't force it can we? I am not flowing at the moment, but is great to read yours.

Fri, July 20th, 2007 2:12am

Author
Reply

thankyou, hope you flow soon.
nova

Tue, July 24th, 2007 10:10pm

Facebook Comments

Boosted Content from Other Authors

Short Story / Thrillers

Book / Thrillers

Poem / Romance

Poem / Religion and Spirituality

Other Content by Nova chan

Poem / Memoir

Poem / Mystery and Crime

Poem / Young Adult