Words penned as if
from drops of rain,
clouds whispering
their misty motes of pain,
dissipating through
my inspiration.
Ink blots on the tear dripped paper.
ink blots
Andrew James Whalan
Poet. Storyteller.
Poet. Storyteller.
Words penned as if
from drops of rain,
clouds whispering
their misty motes of pain,
dissipating through
my inspiration.
Ink blots on the tear dripped paper.
One response to “ink blots”
For some reason, I imagined days where I couldn’t write properly, but the pen and words were wanting to fall onto the page. I love this 🌻