Spilled Ink

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It came flowing as black as the night

it was a river of ink

the bottled over tipped

and it wound it’s way

across the desk

across the papers

making a mess

the poet saw this

and he wondered at the sight

it was best to consider

what inspiration this might bring

a river of black, swirling water

making it’s way toward the sea

under a dark and stormy sky

he dipped his pen

into the ink

that now was at the edges

threatening to overflow

like a waterfall

cascading down

finding some paper

he contemplated

where the journey might come to an end

and the river hit white rapids

and over the waterfall

the water went churning down

there below to calmly

begin it’s journey once more

upon the desk ink puddles

the river at a stand still

in the poet’s mind

the pen poised

waiting for the next line

the door burst open

the wind whipped in

the curtains flapping

and when the poet’s creation was done

penned as he had wanted it penned

not only was there ink upon the desk

but across the floor

and over the windowsill

many tiny inky cat paws


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to Spilled Ink

  1. casthepoet says:

    I love it!!! OMG!!! How good can it get?

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