If All the World were Paper
Sam learns to write--September 2011 jlc.
Thank goodness for paper
in all its glorious forms,
surfaces for saying in pen (cil)
what needs to be said
available everywhere for the asking.
Napkins are handy at that dinner with a friend,
the back of a program
will do when inspiration
strikes during Scene Deux.
(but more white space would be nice...)
maybe next to the Small Group announcement?
The endpapers of a book,
the margins of a book.
Writers must write--
and when the Spirit moves,
any paper will do....
Now where did I put that placemat from last week's lunch?
My daughter Leah Johnson is a chef here in Tacoma, WA.
I had lunch there last week and wrote this while I waited for my clam chowder.
sharing with dVerse Pub for Open Link Night 51
Some really great poetry there!