Pending

She’s still waiting
for the perfect phrase
as these quill-soaked days
run, one into the other, inky blue ellipses.

The best is yet to
be, they sell her, but she
is kind of attached to these
blank spaces, marching margins gone AWOL.

She’s still writing
for herself, for love, for life
pressing blackness into white
and knowing there’s a light at the end of this etched life.

 

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5 Responses to Pending

  1. She’s still writing
    for herself, for love, for life
    pressing blackness into white
    and knowing there’s a light at the end of this etched life.

    Oh, De! This captures my heart. Such an honest voice in here, I love it! 🙂

  2. Ruth says:

    The best is yet to
    be, they sell her,

    and knowing there’s a light at the end of this etched life.

    I love the unexpected turns of phrase here, “sell” and “etched” making tired expressions new.

  3. Shawna says:

    Oooh, you know I love this line: “run, one into the other, inky blue ellipses”

  4. Great poem! It sounds like she’s writing for the right reasons!

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