Ghost Writer

Sights seen by my eyes become words in my mind

Alphabet arrangements flowing thru my hand
from my pen to my pad

Letters looping lazily across each page

Ink barely leaving evidence of its presence in its passage onto parchment

Breathing, living feelings infusing the fleeting black lines and softly pigmented strokes which slowly come forth

Ethereal cursive lassos leaving elusive, swirled markings
fading in finishing
as if written by the hand of a ghost




(Thank you, my Instagram Muse, for introducing me to your "ethereal cursive lassos")