The view from the shore is breathtaking. We watch in awe as a river of ink flows past; carrying with it the tales of humankind. We watch stories unfold while poetry undresses and eternity speaks of God. Our understanding is complete; ink is a recorder of visions, a reader of minds. Ink is life; exposing the nakedness of the heart and always painting a masterpiece.
come rain or sunshine
ink sips ethereal dreams
my penned hand twitches
Real Toads– Season Your Poetry Part II