Precious fluid is ink scrawling in
conversations of preserving
in quiet time,
when sleep spreads a blanket of sky,
and stars twinkle, to rhythm of cobalt night,
communion of ink scrawlers start their trysts.
Precious are these phases of constructs,
building syllables, stacking words, weaving treasures,
when poetic muses hold their simultaneous assemblies.
Only at the level of similar thoughts
do these councils meet,
sometimes tapping letters; uppercase,
lowercase, hyphens and accents.
They weaves their wonders [each in his own space]
store these treasures, knowing future seekers
someday will exclaim a find.
TREASURES © gillena cox 2018
31 March 2016
31 March 2015
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Treasure
Sumana is prompting