ink(well)

i point my quill at the prism-collective’s screen

inky bullets photon their way into this voiding

inscribing points invisible to you but not to me

threading a web of things, things behind the now

 

this weave of nothingness is familiar to my muse

this spilling of gut comforting to her and to me too

the dance around that which is not, is endlessly fine

birthing a passion for form through which god speaks

 

here in the moment of splattering i feel the cosmos shiver

you do not exist: not even a wisp of being floats it’s way here

i dance alone now and am full with the gratitude of knowing

that you are there somewhere in the great soul soup bowl

 

there and here are such commonplace words in our language

yet they convey a sense of spirit beyond any place, any time

perhaps this veiled meadow is where neither of us dwell

and yet in all of this we find ourselves inextricably drawn home

12 thoughts on “ink(well)

    • paul scribbles says:

      Glad you enjoyed Amaya. This is me getting back on the bike after a break from writing. life got very full and wonderful and time for scribbling was just not there. It felt so good to let words come again and it is always lovely when they are appreciated. Thanks.

  1. Kerry says:

    here in the moment of splattering i feel the cosmos shiver
    you do not exist: not even a wisp of being floats it’s way here
    i dance alone now and am full with the gratitude of knowing
    that you are there somewhere in the great soul soup bowl

    I love this stanza – it encapsulates a feeling that is hard to put into words. Thanks for doing so with eloquence.

  2. sanaarizvi says:

    “perhaps this veiled meadow is where neither of us dwell and yet in all of this we find ourselves inextricably drawn home”… Sigh.. Beautifully deep!💘

  3. kim881 says:

    I love the title and the opening lines, Paul, with the contrast of quill, prism-collective’s screen and inky bullets. I also love the lines:
    ‘here in the moment of splattering i feel the cosmos shiver’
    and
    ‘i dance alone now and am full with the gratitude of knowing
    that you are there somewhere in the great soul soup bowl’.

  4. kaykuala says:

    perhaps this veiled meadow is where neither of us dwell
    and yet in all of this we find ourselves inextricably drawn home

    Perhaps nature has a way of making things happen the way one least expects!

    Hank

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