"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Night thoughts

To dip a pen in indigo ink
and scribble on a piece of paper
scratching symbols from my brain,
I think I might  understand
Poe as he talked to a raven
by candlelight and loneliness.

The ecstasy of the sound
of  the nib on paper,
the feel of the pen in my hand,
the glow of flickering flame
in my pupils, aware

of the sensuousness of writing
and the connection between
thought and fingers...
Nevermore.

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