there is an
urgency
in the ink
today
a desperate need
to write
something
in the black
onto the white
as I yearn
to place myself
onto
the paper
I am driven
to black myself
in words
~
Poem #415 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
The worst thing is to feel the urge but not be able to find the words!
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