shall I write for you
dear reader
the way a fish might do
in swirls and circles
through the water
barely faint disturbance
to the placid surface
all energy
under current
perhaps the wagtail
curlicues and exclamations
spattered all across the page
aura-format memoranda
of excitement
hard contained
shall I pen
my name in sparkler red
and orange
a continuous flow
of letters
until the glow fades
and you cannot see me writ
before you anymore
shall I for you
as the feather
quilling in
a free-float of words
that gentle
around suggested meanings
and take their time
to reach a point
but pretty
so very pretty
on their wafted way
perhaps you'd care
to puff them back
a never concluded
sentence suspended
a mystery in air
or shall I etch in echoes
of the words you say
you say you say
paraphrase
to let you read on paper
that I can hear you
loud and clear
and clear
but ever
more
faintly
perhaps I'll smelt the way
the sun imprints
through heat and sear
burn like a rage
at the height of noon
but no
the lunar sphere has words
that seem to me more elegant
silver
was always more
the colour
I wrote best
I will in silver
the way the moon
~
Frank
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