Paper World

The air thick with pages

Words etched on every one

The emptying of a soul

Like the firing of a gun

Inky black ghosts

Scattered upon paper

Swirling and slanted

like horizontal vapor

Moments in time

Dangling in space

Dancing and daunting

Like a Gypsy’s embrace




Imprinted with care

The unraveled tragedy

And lonesome despair

Yet in every stroke

The story released

Nearing the end

Composer at peace

~Written by Tonya Partain

I can’t properly define poetry, though I know there are those who could. But words color my world, and writing is a release to my soul.

~Photographer unknown


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