The Ink Transformed Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Ink Transformed



Reading for inspiration,
and not for fact

The words paint a picture,
in my mind

Like dominoes falling,
one by one

They rise from the page
to my hand

My fingers enliven,
and start to draw

A vivid story,
new image sublime

All colors reborn,
as each word is set free

The ink now transformed
and divine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

Saturday, June 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
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