Ink Bleeding

Ink 

Bleeding 

Scratching 

Carving 

A world 

In the stars 

In the sky 

Of your mind 

A Heaven 

And a Hell 

To the writer 

And the reader 

Ink  

Bleeding 

Scratching 
Carving 

Your escape 

Of the heart 

And the soul

Reviews

[Astro MacGuffin]

The third and fourth lines / words did a good job of summarizing the style of this poem. I picture each word as a triumphant attack being scratched against formlessness on a white void, a chiseled and decisive victory.

For some reason I wish "In the sky / Of your mind" was one line despite seeing "A world ... Of your mind" as probably an intended construct. Maybe just for variety's sake. That's not a criticism, just a comment.

The final sense of the poem, for me, was that writing is a desperate race to complete ourselves before we die; that our creativity is a permanent hemorrhage which will spill out of us, either intentionally, or fatally. And I heard the sound of a pen scratching paper with almost every line.

[Rhea752]

Thank you very much Nathan, I appreciate this review

[Elege]

I love this, because it does not really say it helps. It's like saying writing is a bandage. And each time you write you change out your bandage.

[Rhea752]

Thanks!! :)

[MOON]

Poignant ode to writing , helps the pain, bleeds.