inks on fire:  random sketches 00

of this ‘n’ that

pen in hand write i my life
of good times and bad
of happy and sad
pen is but my carving knife

flowing ink marks every trail
i venture upon
some lost and some won
stronger now where i was frail

scratch pad, canvas, sandy shore
where'er i alight
i start there to write
and my ink flows richly more

random sketches occupy
my wake and my sleep
where, ever so deep,
i must live before i die

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by Clyve A. Bowen♫