Hide and Seek

I don't know if I like this title...it may change


Hide and Seek
A blank page
the unsuspecting victim

of the poet's rage

if it saw the ink coming

would it be nervous and shy?

like the moon running scared

from cloud to cloud in a dark sky

leaving the thoughts of a mad mind

on a steady chase

a relentless hunt

to seek out its safe place

The ink refusing to stay trapped in the pen

Finds its sufferer

Then decides instead, to call it a friend

Draws it a true tender smile

Fills in some light shades of early blue

And dances between the lines

Until the sun awakes and peeks through

Soon after, the poet’s metaphors

Follow the sudden change of heart

And find a secure harmony

within the layers of imperfect art.

 ~Trish