by Arthur Davenport 

Deep in the well of the mind 

lie swirls and lines.

Words, that describe, 

emerging, to scribe.

Flowing out of a ball point pen 

to conjure diction sired by imagination.

Begat from rumination.

Arising from a pond of ink 

to symbolize thoughts I think.

Carrying concepts put on a page, 

to reach other minds in future times.

Transcendent thought 

travels to another age.

The inkwell of my mind, 

spilling scribbles on a page.

The ranting pen of a love-demented poet 

recites on a paper stage.

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