Rippled Verses.

It starts with
a wee bit splatter
of ink,
your lyrical verses flow
steady throughout
my beating heart.

.I pop my knuckles.

letting my vivid mind
take flight.

it's not what you read
that moves me
it's the decoded meaning
that enlightens

a melody
a sonnet
a simple verse
.born from
a troubled imagination.

a slippery slope
where gibberish
latches to something solid

a conjurer of
creativity

a page filled.
the actions
so soothing.


I grip tight to
the imagery

dancing,

dancing thoughout
my fingertips.

I find safety
within this realm

unspoken words
shatter beneath
my porcelain skin

these are the verses
I let die
these are the unseen
verses keeping
my mind alive.

I end this with,

you're the balance
pulsating movement
within my pen.

My mind,
silences the whispers.

and I fill, yet another, page.