Holding the Words
Blue line on white paper,
a faint demarcation
to order my thoughts.
I set a black word upon the line gently so as not to frighten it. Slightly breathless, I lift my pen allowing the word to balance there
It totters slightly ~ hopefully, it will right itself, settle into place with confidence and authority.
Just a black word on a blue line ~ a small offering to a world outside my own. A small piece of my soul placed tenderly upon the line so your eye may caress it.
Carefully now ~ it's a delicate balance that word has achieved. Go easy in your perusal, Be kind in your assessment ~for it carries my heart.
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