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.

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