Friday, 25 September 2009


Amidst my vitriolic words,
Between their bitter reams,
A glint of worth
Curls virgule shy,
Emerging tied
And seamless.

Freed from the hobnails of full stops,
And shaped by fonts anew,
This tender drop
Connects with more
To form my shore
Line’s future.

A sea of high shod sun lit sky
Reflected in a sentence,
And heaven bright
As pages turn
In time to earn
A mention.

A restful end to venturing
Into the depths of days,
Where centres wring
The sense from me,
And clarity
Is painful.

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