Inklings [repost]

sunset birds

I used to write in pen
Wherever I went,
Crossed out words,
Scribbled in margins,
Sloppy as a doctor.
I could read them again,
Bring them back to life,
If I changed my mind
And uncrumpled a page,
Balled up at the bottom
Of my purse in a rage.
Inklings,
Baby thoughts,
Smoothed and soothed,
Nurtured, revived,
Combined and spliced…
FRANKENPOMES!
Sometimes I
Stitched something up
That was almost all right.
How’d that happen?
They go where they go,
These inklings,
Like birds risen from a fire,
Creating their own horizon.

~*~

The Daily Prompt: Inkling. Poetry form: free verse. Image from Pexels.

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23 responses to “Inklings [repost]

  1. You take my breath away with your words

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  2. Thank you both! And thanks to everyone who left a like! ❤

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  3. Kind of like babies. How and where are yours on this Mother’s Day?

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  4. A delight to read, Paula. Very lovely poem, well penned indeed. 🙂

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  5. What a lovely poem Paula

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  6. You have to love those inklings. What a wonderful poem. I loved the last three lines.

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  7. I really love those last three lines

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  8. A lovely poem. 🙂 Thanks for the follow. 🙂

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  9. Resonates. I have post its all over the place with these ‘inklings’ Wonderful poem, Paula. 💛

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  10. Love this, Paula. ❤️

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  11. I love this! Poems seem to write themselves… all we have to do is listen and put them on paper!

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