a chamfered nib
making its way
across the paper
it leaves a trail,
makes its path -
narrow and wide and gradual
it plays with nature
it plays with form
it works magic
the ink - following
its progenitor
walks a baby clenched to mother
it ceases time
for eternity
the parchment remains
2 comments:
Lovely write, you play with words so nicely!
take care
Marinela
thank you for dropping by. feels really good that new people read my work. sorry for the extensive delay on the reply.
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