A Flowered Pen

how the garden grows

A Flowered Pen

I've come early to the end of my sentence.
The period calmly waving goodbye
I watch a peculiar roundness in the period,
it's blackness couches a forever in a syntactic grin
I wait until a distances grows between us
until flowers bloom like periods
and commas, hyphens and whatever
Shall flower my ink and pen.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Doodley!

Excellent interpretation!

Regards,
Al

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Hmm. Tough to decipher.......

I read this as an ode to the art of writing. How the pen or quill makes its punctuated marks on the page and the words of the tale bloom between these marks and blossom the tale into life. Maybe i am way off the mark?

Either way, this is very delicately written; gentle on the mind and tongue of the reader. Very nice indeed.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Ana,

This one is sweet, like you, and the flowers as a bouquet of you.

Regards,
Al

[Ana Papaya]

What blossoms between the periods is the telling of the story.
Nice one Al