“The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” ~ Louis L’Amour
You are not alone on this wind-rush march,
Itinerant ink scribing papyrus
Upon demands and deadlines flaming torch;
Or over ant-hills disturbed omnibus.
Sometimes the hour is long as day or night,
And eyes rebel to yawning, sleeping tide;
But you cannot haul sail in a ship’s flight
For the ink must flow where shadows abide.
When it is not by your will, but dharma
This oeuvre fest embellishes your mind
Deep in all your literary karma;
And unfurls all your constraints free from bind.
Where vista cravings for horizons tempt,
Our writing rhapsody must be well spent.
Leonard Dabydeen is author of Watching You, A Collection of Tetractys Poems , Xlibris Publication(2012); Searching for You, A Collection of Tetractys and Fibonacci Poems, Xlibris Publication (2015)
Wow! Beautiful by dear friend. The couplet sums up the thought (as it should be in a sonnet) with a tingling wordplay
Thank you my Dear Friend, Sathya. Your sparkling comments always stir my cravings to ink the next poetic line.
Thank you, Evan Mantyk for posting my poem, Itinerant Poet, during this Poetry Month of April.