Spilling Ink Poem by Butch Decatoria
Spilling Ink
Black on white
Canvas
Paper
These feelings I write
The art of inner peace
All about perspective
Can't have one without the other
If we're Life on Earth
The world our mother
That makes us brothers
It's not all black and white
But what spills out
Is my work of Art
Swill of stains
One inside another
Ink confessing pains
Blacks on whites
Bloodying
Canvas
For
Paper.
(Spilling ink)
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