W. Colin Gibson
Ink Blot
O geez, I feel a spree of
words flowing easily to me right now on the spot.
But I don’t want this to be a rhyme this time with undefined lines, but a poem,
so here’s a shot.
Because poetry, which can be sewed you see with creativity and continuity is
harder then not.
Fierce lyric which pierce sprits are not the next limit, can be blind and timid,
are not for the fraught.
Who cares for bling bling singing the same thing or conversion to a downloadable
ring when it’s all for naught.
Rehearsed verses, when people steal purses, yell curses, ruined universes.When
will it all stop?
Poems are refined, reflect the deeper mind when transcribed to lines and have
more staying power then rhymes at the end of time.
This was an ink blot.
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