ink-lined to inspire

inks on fire:  inkblot 04
 
in the heat of pen and ink,
when parchments are blank,
my scripts lean and lank,
episodes hang on the brink,
 
waiting to be written down,
that they may assume
a context to bloom
where the poet may find renown.
 
let each utterance come forth,
ink-lined to inspire
with eloquent fire,
that my tongue may find its worth.
 
for the heat of pen and ink,
unready to die,
must yet testify
that i am, because i think.
 
© Copyright 2023 April 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫