Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford
natf

Poetical mood causes non-inspiration
Pen-scripture flows upon forest-child lawn
Moods become lost as the meanings of words

Laughter seeps in from exterior interruptions
Indifferent analysis of surrounding pseudo-life
Detachment in a cage of alone

No wish to be morbid, but the ink is predominant
Shaping the will of the last mood-felt hand
Trying to swim in a torrent of thought

A raft of illusion traverses the torrent
Rescue and sanity come to the kill
Come in to land on an anti-life shore

Controlling the wielder, the pen verses feeling
Writing, creating, a life loses time
Time for together, alone as a pair...
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