"Disappearing Ink"

Disappearing Ink

I stopped writing when I became the poem.

I stopped writing when I became the poem.

My arms and legs carried the phrase without reason.

My arms and legs carried the phrase without reason.

My reason stopped when I carried the poem.

I became arms and legs writing without the phrase,

while all that happened faded from view.

While all that happened faded from view,

the page of another morning was beginning.

The page of another morning was beginning.

Morning happened while another page faded
from view. That was the beginning of all.

The ground speaks of my visitation.

The ground speaks of my visitation

and story spores spread in mossy fruition.

And story spores spread in mossy fruition.

Mossy spores of my visitation spread ground

and the story speaks in fruition.

Another story stopped without reason when
my arms and legs faded from the page. I carried
mossy spores while view of morning was spread
in fruition. All that happened became the beginning. 

The poem speaks of the ground writing my visitation
and I the phrase. 

~ LCMH

Form of Invention

Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, invented the "paradelle", a poetry form that may entice or may dissuade you to try. I've been enticed, and here is a sampling.

A Stone’s Throw

In a swathe of wonder.

In a swathe of wonder.

I keep my gaze.

I keep my gaze.

My keep of wonder

I swathe in a gaze.

Reference the horizon.

Reference the horizon.

How it escapes me.

How it escapes me.

Reference the me,

how it escapes horizon.

This wash of night.

This wash of night.

Forgives all shadows.

Forgives all shadows.

This wash of shadows

forgives all night.

All reference escapes in a gaze.

How I keep the wash

of my wonder

− it forgives this horizon 

of shadows.

Night, swathe me. 

~ LCMH