The Taste Of Ink

by Beautiful Chaos   Nov 23, 2007


I eat my words,
Strewn on paper,
Careless, but thoughtful,
Just the essence of my mind.

The ink is bitter,
The paper dry,
But not lifeless,
Never lifeless.

My spirit,
My heart,
My mind,
Existing all at once,
Upon a single page.

You read my words,
But can you feel them,
Do you hear them,
Can you taste them?

Raw emotion,
Draped in the salt of life,
Stinging,
Healing,
Caressing every wound.

I am the pen,
My fire and passion,
The ink.

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  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow...
    I'm honestly speechless...
    I can relate to this superb piece and I truly love it from the beginning to the end. I'm impressed with your simple yet so amazing and effective descriptions. Whole idea for this poem is so original and I enjoyed in every stanza with greatly expressed emotions.
    The ending is also very captivating and it rounds up the whole piece excellently.
    Keep writing!

  • 16 years ago

    by NeferNoir

    Very impressive interpretation of the title... I like the way the words flow, full of intensity and vivid images.. The ending of the poem is very effective and this poem kept me captivated from the beginning to the end...

    Very honest rendering of emotions... Great work!

  • 16 years ago

    by debbylyn

    I love poetry about writing and the emotions that are poured into every line....these few lines convey the essence of a poet's soul....how every word put to page is from the depths of the heart and full of pure emotion....

    For a freee verse...the flow is excellent and the message clear....love the ending!

    "I am the pen,
    My fire and passion,
    The ink. "

    ^Awesome spill dear poetess! Take care, Debbie

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