Meditating A Verse

Out of my mind 
that seeks
vowels and consonants
metaphors, similes
in my fingers knowing
when the nib moves to write
my hands a beryl hue
dipped in the inkwell of my soul
in all forms the shades of blue
clematis and Tanzanite within my breath
the shape of thoughts…fluid
I’ll drink to ‘what mood to write’
To my pen dreaming a new verse into a waiting page. .

19 thoughts on “Meditating A Verse

  1. Reblogged this on Commentary, Outrages, Prose and Poetry and commented:
    Yassy: your pen conspires with its vassal paper – though sometimes I suspect the reverse also true – to put smiles atop similies and else. Oh, sure: blame the pair. Such is your modestness made more manifest. Our friend “Juice” (Bruce Jewett” writes of a new lodger comes to his home in cat nap revue. Distressing.

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