I write the lines in my face
by the story that I place
in my mind
in my heart
I am art.
Remove a chapter
Add a scene
Put me on parchment
The plot line screams
I am dreams.
My arc goes high
the quill goes low
inky marks
scribbled line
I am fine.
The end is near
Typewriter beats
coffee runs dry
tea leaves tell
I end well.
Kelly Rogers 