Ink Poem by Jessie Jett

Ink



To all these things,
my words escape.
In this ink,
and to relate.
In this ink,
another dying pen too.
Is this how it gets to you?
Let it out, or do not part.
In this ink, make a mark.
To all these things,
there is no start.
To where begin,
escapes within.
All this ink pours,
letting it out.
Till there is no more.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nicoletta Klokkari 20 March 2012

Love the flow of this poem..a wonderful piece of work!

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Yamini Khanna 11 March 2012

In this ink... you've etched and coloured many hearts... lovely, i loved it!

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Uche Chidozie 05 March 2012

in this ink, make a mark-jessie jett. i will make a mark with my own ink, this is a nice inspirational work. thanks for sharing, jessie.

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