When ink meets paper
I write, I write anything
that comes to mind
I envisage oceans and deserts
life and death, love and loss
I allow free reign to my imagination
I fill pages with scribbles
that even I cannot comprehend
a literal griffonage of gobbledygook
that in time leads to a spark of creation
that manifests as a mirage
on the far horizon
shimmering with promises
but triggering doubts
ah the pleasure and the pain
that is poetry
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 