(got an inkling
in my inmost being)
that this incredible
the intricacies of phrase
and the indulgence of in
-direct sunlight (that ingot
of sky fire in solar plexus.)
of my initial interjection
of an unpoeming day,
the invisible inertia of inky
I inadvertently lied earlier. Each day should have a poem. And the prompt at Toads was in–controvertibly irresistible.
I like your musings with ink 🙂
I know; I couldn’t resist it either. I enjoyed the fun you’ve had with it.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again (because good things are worth repeating): you do magic with enjambment, dearest De.
Intentions of an unpoemic day…
But that inkling pulls too much.
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).
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.