Red ink..

I’m not a painter but a poet
An endless flow of untouchable ink,
Imprinting words in your mind
Trickling around as you think.
A vibrant flow of colour & pattern
Leaving interpretation in every verse,
Injecting my words into your blood
This creativity is an intoxicating curse.
Filled with emotion, pain & tears
Each stroke of the pen is my heart,
With each page suffering & bleeding
For all this poetry to be called art.

K

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15 Responses to Red ink..

  1. 👍👍👍👍👍👍

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  2. newranaweera says:

    Very true! Beautiful write.

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  3. prashantt says:

    Beautiful composition & indeed true.👌
    Thanks for visiting my blog that gives an oppurtunity to visit your wonderful blog.
    Have a great day ahead!!💐

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  4. LOVE! Beautiful use of metaphor. Even when you right about writing, your aesthetic is very edgy and true to your work.

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  5. Magnificent truly amazing anf trust these are understatments 😊🙌

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  6. bethanyk says:

    That was awesome. Love that!

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  7. mandibelle16 says:

    Your words are always beautifully painted (penned/typed).

    Like

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