still-- swaying

                   c h a n d e l i e r s

       as always               still

                  on the floor

               .          

       in my 
               mind                            
                 . . .      

                             hanging 


           fixed--on     
                        
             a        
         pristine golden ceiling
 above 
                  --
                      .

                               

                              

a pile of paper napkins and no recent blog posts...

write. sinking in often bleeding through
thin paper napkins under hand for words when need--

deep-- the pen digs in; delicate and quick--
napkin tissue tears, times where words come to mind fast and hard.

sinking in bleeding under hand
for words through delicate times and tears hard to--
pen digs in:

mind; paper napkins (deep in messes or simply creased in unassuming piles)
delicate and quick-- dabbed at the corners of what isn't said.
traces, edges, left, write that's--
my poetry.