Shadows in the Ink

He taught me that ink made shadows.
I didn't believe him. Of course, he was insane,
But he urged me to use his pen, just to write simply and plain.
His arched and smoky eyebrows, his maze of a face, his square chin,
His trembling lips, and his eternally deep eyes could not describe him.
Even though I doubted, I thought it best to humor him.
Who wants to irritate a man who's just slightly around the bend?

Once the ink fell from my pen to the paper, my mind began to see.
The little vines exploding from the blot described a place where only I could be.
I found spaces between the spaces where ideas where hiding for me to find.
A world of impossible things come to life with just one line.
Chaos can smile, dreams can dart from anywhere to here,
Pages can fold up and take flight.
I slowly peered up at the now not-so-crazed man to discover
That it’s possible he just may be right.
I suppose this magic world that has so entranced me
Is worth the madness that “normal” would condemn
Because I saw a depth to the ink on the page and suddenly
I wished that my imagination could compete with the shadows that I ignorantly penned.





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LiraDaeris said...
May 27, 2013 at 9:18 am
GREAT. First line drew me in immediately, and you kept me going. Extremely well dine.
 
haley101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 27, 2013 at 7:47 am
i love this line: Chaos could smile. It's oxymoronic and really makes the reader think. This was a great and amazing poem overall. one of my favoriates..
 
Scribbler-of-Dreams This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 20, 2013 at 8:47 am
AMAZING! I absolutely love this peice. Keep it up. Your a great writer.
 
Padoodallee replied...
Mar. 21, 2013 at 9:49 pm
thank you! this means a lot to me.
 
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