Black words on a white page
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard's insight
a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet's terms
without regard for angst incurred
still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader's gaze
in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190805.
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