
My pen drips fresh ink
formulas for miles
words in proper sync
imagine children’s smiles
I dip the point
drawings lighten the load
sheep “baa” pigs “oink”
new merges with old
words pour upon pad
ideas in a storm
can’t hold what I have
I run out of proper form
my pen drips ink
too fast to catch
*************
ideas in my head
drawings pour like waterfalls.
catch …
(and I have a haibun of sorts.)

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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Sounds like a nice problem to have…hope all is well.
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eye to ear
that store such thoughts to mind
the ink forms
each thought of art or word
pen in hand scribes
_m
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Another great poem, Leslie. This one reminds me of being so inspired, having so many ideas in your head that you can’t get them out fast enough. But sometimes…you just are fast enough 🙂 Hope all is well with you ❤
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