I’m Make My Pen A Bow And Draw It Across the Blank Page Till It Sings


What of me?

What do I have to give?

I know what to do, what I do best.

I’ll make my pen a bow

and draw it across the blank page till it sings.

I’ll coax shapeless thoughts and feelings into words,

into my own kind of music.

My knees bend, my body sways with the rhythm.

Each note I cradle,

birthing meaning into silence.

“Got to take the hurt’n,

and turn it beautiful.”

Pain, hope, suffering,

love, loss, regret,

joy, grief, victory:

these are my paints.

I will paint the canvas black

and at the last moment

raise the sun.

~ Excerpt from my stoem “Living in Heaven’s Shadowl

// 24 days until I find out the results from the Cutbank Chapbook Contest I entered!! //

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