Poet’s passing

Fingers tracingmoon-words, seeing sensein star-song,in the nebulae, ink-spilled ontovellum, parchment, onto paper;and as silence settles,he listens for the voiceof a poet’s passinginto darknessmoving pages past his handsinto dreams, as he rests his headagain. Portrait of Artist’s Father SleepingFrank Mason Today De hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, the word today is paper, which made me think […]

Poet’s passing

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