Wednesday, March 4, 2015

the black ink pen's love

Hyde Park Poetry

sharp little bill,
it pecks far
and deep to North chapel Hill
and won't pause.
It lurks day and night,
Echoing the voices of both black and white.
the block ink pen knows:
only her embrace
produces promises,
Russian, Dutch, French, British, English...
It has the Sea's blue,
and the Cloud's white.
Passionate and Feverish,
It abosrbs all human beauty,
blind and childish,
it strives
for blue prints beyond thinking obesity.