The dips and arcs of a bumblebee’s flight
The curve of a blade of grass laden with dewdrops
The twirl of tendrils adorning pea and watermelon vines
My pen traces
Its gel ink glides
Smoothly tracing the lines and curls
Now a flower
Or a butterfly
Morphing into words
Building a poem
Until the once empty pages
Come alive with images
Ever a poor facsimile
Of the beauty that inspired them.
This piece was inspired by DVerse’s Meeting the Bar prompt – stream of consciousness writing. Below is the original of the piece in my own version of chicken scratches.