i’ve got ink
that lingers
on my fingers,

waiting to scrawl
its way home.
waiting to spill


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4 Responses to indigo

  1. kim881 says:

    I like this – short and sweet😁

  2. Sabio Lantz says:

    I loved that: “scrawl its way home” — personifying the “ink” that fills our minds. Well done.

  3. Susan says:

    Oh, yes! Spill, spill!

  4. ihatepoetry says:

    I like the simplicity and the spill of this. Great.

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