Ink can't be removed.
Poets have no hiding place.
Their words reveal them.

Uh huh!! You got that right sistah friend!!

:)

:D

N2

oneself be of self
forth i cannot hide within
my ink runs wildly

Da ink river in
da depth of a great flooding
speaking in writting

Easier to write
Than to wade in the water
I don't want to drown

WoW Rich...thanks for bringing this one back! :thanks:

Da ink river in
da depth of a great flooding
speaking in writting



Drown me with your ink.
Enlighten me with your lines.
I await for them.

A poets mind on
Canvass flowing so free let
The ink run indeed

May we learn from Him.
For in Him, the ink flows deep.
His words are my sea.

I drown...yet I live.
I am dead, yet I'm living.
His haikus thrill me.

As he smoothly lay
His ink follows the vision
How he touches me

You are my dwelling.
My heart, my mind...your temple.
Abide in me Jesus.