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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Written for Carry On Tuesdays phrase prompt:
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2012/03/carry-on-tuesday-150.html
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! 🙂
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.
Oooh, you know I love this line: “run, one into the other, inky blue ellipses”
Great poem! It sounds like she’s writing for the right reasons!