Paper Beneath it
Is stretched thin...
Oh, it starts again
With just a flick of a pen
Emotions flowing as ink drips
In huge gulps and tiny sips
Sweet and full, sour and dull
Lively, animated enough to lull
Daydreams and sunshine abound
Letters squished, stretched, round
Pulling, twisting, becoming flat
Holding on, letting go, all that
Came before, still remains
It circles back, entertains
Laughter lifts and smiles drift
Before emotions begin to sift
Ripped apart, glued together
Weight so heavy on this feather
Dipped in ink oh so black
If only I could take it back
But there it is, ink-stained
The paper beneath it, strained
About the Creator
Deanna Repose Oaks
Deanna Repose Oaks started writing poetry as a teenager and never stopped. Inspired by an Editor's Choice Award for "I Give Up" from poetry.com in 2006, she started publshing books in 2007.
Find her on facebook: @deannareposeoaks
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