Ink Spill

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Ink Spill

Resentment pushes
Forth frozen sentiments of earth;
Releases light
And growth and hatred and poison.
My hand vomits obscenities,
Paints precision
And vision,
Scrawls the pettiness of everyday,
Sings brainchildren into the mundane,
Slings spite into the un-hearing trespass
And begins respite
To my stifled self;
Creates breath
Where I had no capacity for air.
Through my calloused hand
My life spills into ink
Across the paper
Where I am created.

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Chaos128 commented on Ink Spill

04-08-2010

You've got a real gift for artistic expression, and even though the subject is serious and the care you've taken in composing it is obvious, it has an airy, spontaneous feel. It's the true quill—excellent job!

wheelsal commented on Ink Spill

06-23-2009

You are human this says but in a metaphoric way. It sounds better in a poem than to say "I blew it." Good job.

extrarib commented on Ink Spill

05-28-2009

You really make me use my brain! lol I like it. Very deep, but you can't hide from me, I see you.lol

terrificlee commented on Ink Spill

05-25-2009

Very nice. I am impressed! You have a talent for not only painting precision, but for painting beauty with your words.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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