“Skeletal”

the pen is not sacred
until it has written a work of art
as then is the vessel
the hands, the heart which feels
even the mind within
that creates
these are ideas of self
my hands, my paper, my mind
but without the body of work
they are only ideas of
pieces of a poet

© M. Black, 2017 All rights reserved.

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