Filling in.

Black blank ink
trickles over a page of shapes,
filling holes, bridging gaps.
 but not in a ‘Christian Brotherhood’ sort of way.

This is the past-time,
for an hour or two,
of the soul-hungry individual.
With this filling in he blocks out everything,
for an hour or two.

Who needs faces with holes,
when you have words without.

2 comments

  1. Sarah · November 19, 2006

    poetry does wonders doesn’t it?
    better than medication surely.

  2. afternoonbeauty · November 27, 2006

    Gotta love the power of writing.

    …I like pencil better though. (Perfectionist.) Without an eraser, I’m lost…

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