Spilled ink...
Ink just spilled forming blots of emotion on my page.
My heart throb guides my pen through the page.
Each blot, a symbol of each beat skipped…
Missed a beat... So my heart retunes
Sturdy thuds to the pace of my pen….
One word per thump… Steady rate of ink flow…
I spilled ink and made art on my page…
Word by word a poem born out of my spill
Emotions flowing in synchrony to the ink ….
Spilled ink…







