My Written Skill -



The exact position of this realm,

promises not to overwhelm.

When one minute meets the next.

Time releases my written text.

Not instantaneous.

Nor within this cosmic radius.

No flash bulbs of light.

Just ink stains,

of my written delight.

Its an epiphany of my pleasure.

Just a tickle,

of my scripted treasure.

No illusion to this

mind blowing intrusion.

Just a scribe

of harmonious diatribe.

Just a spark here.

A little spark there.

My words will make you shiver.

Perhaps even quiver.

See its not just my verse.

Its the lyrical explosion

that I immerse.

Within this universe.

Yes minutes tick by.

Yet you came for my

rythmical reply.

So peruse as you will.

To the ink that I spill,

and hopefully pay tribute

to my written skill.

Maybe, just maybe...

it will leave you

with a little chill,

and perhaps maybe

even a subtle thrill.

© Copyright April 1, 2011. By Terri Johnson.