INK ...It Fails Me

To capture how I feel about him with mere ink and paper ...it's all about Jesus

My senses follow you

without choice

you lead me

gently...

as a butterfly

through random flight of days.

the breath…..

I cannot catch.

 

You are the green grass

that soothes my tired feet.

nuances of you……

lay tender season on my lips.

 

River to my soul

I am content…

to sit

and…pOeticize….

at the... very bank of you.

yet

”INK” ………

it fails me.

 

Morning rain

sings sleep songs…

that make my dreams slow-dance

calming me in ways…..

 wind

cannot whisper.

 

A word…

from you.

the essence  that calls me out

 of…

who  I once was.

A pOet  between split worlds.

 

You touch  me

with a thousand words

that fill my heart

and move….my humble pen.

 

yet….“Ink” ……..it fails me.

 

©2007 J. Hampton ( [email protected])

 

Author's Note

God....is incredible

Reviews

[Roy L. Pickering Jr.]

Such an ironic title since ink definitely did not fail you in the writing of this eloquent homage. All prayers should be this serene and melodic and lyrical. Even though your persistent use of capital O remains a mystery to me (which is fine, mystery adds spice to poetry as well as life), my favorite line remains: I am content� To sit and pOeticize�. At the... very bank of you.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Love this.. I do not see nk failing here at all..
A very good write.

Chloe
xoxo

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

This is a very creative piece I like the content I'm not fond of the style I think it takes away something it makes it seem uneven and choppy. Still It is a very good piece. Great Job
Debby

[Swooping Eagle]

I love the imaginery, a important part of poetry to me, being used to to speak to muses, but also detail the struggles that a writer, and poet feels, senses, deals with and experiences, when ineed the inkwell is dried.

A beautiful juxaposition of art, speaking of the wanting of the creativity that allows art.

Bravo!

[The Random Writings Of ..]

This has a calming effect on me when i read this.

Morning rain �.sings sleep songs�
That make my dreams slow-dance.
Calming me in ways�.. wind cannot whisper.

Beautiful words spoken,
Yet a little flustered by the ink that fails me.
I love it.
Kates

[Anthony D. Howe]

Beautiful and well written. So subtle and reminicent. Good job.

[Kairi Alia]

its great!
the theme is easy torelate to!

[M J Moore]

What a beautiful piece here. Let me first start by saying thank you for sending it to me. This was moving and serene, tranquil, almost. A wonderful tribute to Him, and a wonderful write all the way around. The INK definitely does not fail you to write breathtaking words, girl. This was poetic beauty and grace here. Thank you for sharing!

MJ

[TimeMachine]

How lovely and serene, but with a bit of frustration of it's own! Darn ink...why must you fail me now?

[Dave]

Aaaaahhh...He's everywhere aint He?

I think your ink pays a wonderful tribute here in this write. These words do what you say in the second line...they gently lead the reader and bring them into harmony with the write.

Excellent job!