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. .

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