For Magpie 170
Ink, black and vivid
drips into the glass
one liquid into another
and then- dance
tendrils of not smoke
but pigment
wisps of ink
snakelike
silklike
swirl and sway
blossom like blood on cloth
like light on water
the ink expands
trails, dancing,
sinking and floating all at once-
the droplet twists
turns
extending slowly
lazily
a pattern of shadow on light
suspended but not still
never still
drip
drop
dance
I particularly like:
ReplyDeleteblossom like blood on cloth
like light on water
the ink expands
trails, dancing,
and your closing lines.
"blossom like blood on cloth
ReplyDeletelike light on water"
This line really caught my attention... but the whole poem is full of imagery and awesomeness!
Love the way you made the ink (and your words) dance!
ReplyDeleteYou evoke all the senses and weave your words into a beautiful dance. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThis is divine and your words move sensually like ink =)
ReplyDeleteA nice "dance" of words and verbal images.
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Your words captured the image so well in this dance!
ReplyDeleteVery nice...this one begs to be read aloud...
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