Thoughts Not yet Inked.
Brilliance is not always achievable but the efforts are worth applauding
Thoughts not yet inked
Endless possibilities are clustered here in the tip of my pen, scratching out brilliance in neon bright lines, or utter nonsense lamely sputtered. Subject matter is unlimited but crucial, it is after all the deciding factor yet to be penned. Awards for poetic literature may await, within this humble Bic refill, pouring out side by side with another silly limerick, about an old biddy, from the city, or a grocery list to sustain my bodily functions. My hand hangs poised expectantly, while the thoughts in my head are translated into the language of sign. Inspiration is a congregation of letters away, It's all a gamble, an Alpha-Bet you might say. Winner takes all fame....fortune....Ferrari's but the loser ends up with a piece a lot like this one. The pen gets a cap, but no gown, its course marked incomplete, as it is laid to rest, from an exercise in futility. The hand disperses into five different directions, as it fingers the results, of a poet's average fare.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III