The Waterfall Of Ink

The Waterfall Of Ink

The waterfall,

a river of black ink,

flowed to the pen

on a bed of white paper.

All waited

for the poet's thoughts

to manifest into reality.

As if by magic,

it did.

Like a thunderbolt,

fast and furious,

the poem was conceived

by the paper.

The poet read

and was amazed,

filled with joy

about what he had nurtured

from the deepest corners

of his mind—

a universal gift.

When the poet's readers

confirmed its strength and greatness,

only then

was the poet at peace

with his creative

waterfall of inky words.