I write — in company of dreams,
and squirrels, with an online dictionary
in memories of woods.
I write — imagining the shape of waves
and footpaths marked by cairns leading
over ridges into hidden valleys.
I write — with hands on the keyboard,
fingertapping blood and bones where
symphonies of torment raise to poetry.
I write wherever I find a way to do it, my computer having all the material I need. For Toni at toads. I have used exactly 55 words as well, and will link up to Poetry Pantry in the morning.
October 27, 2018