Of Inchworms&Ink

I think
(got an inkling
in my inmost being)
that this incredible
…….afternoon inspires
the intricacies of phrase
and the indulgence of in
-direct sunlight (that ingot
of sky fire in solar plexus.)

In spite
of my initial interjection
…..and intentions
of an unpoeming day,
I’m finding
the invisible inertia of inky
fingers quite


I inadvertently lied earlier. Each day should have a poem. And the prompt at Toads was in–controvertibly irresistible.  








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8 Responses to Of Inchworms&Ink

  1. I like your musings with ink 🙂

  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    I know; I couldn’t resist it either. I enjoyed the fun you’ve had with it.

  3. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again (because good things are worth repeating): you do magic with enjambment, dearest De.

  4. Intentions of an unpoemic day…

    But that inkling pulls too much.

  5. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Haha! One certainly needs a rest from the inking of poetry after April but I’m glad you wrote about it. I love how you used the in words (you had me at the title).

  6. hedgewitch says:

    I love the spontaneous feel to this, and lots of extra points for ‘ingot,’ a great and little used word–the rest is just an invigorating climb on the monkey bars of prefix and structure and good solid sense. Free form can be very hard to write, but here it feels effortless.Congrats on surviving April with such flare and panache.

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