Reticent Ink
Black iron dripped from the quill
Life scratched into stiff parchment
In writing, the heart made still
Thoughts proclaimed without dissent
Anonymous voice in pen
The words do not draw a face
Easier to express then
But much harder to erase
And in this void, lives our fears
The deepest and the most dark
Pages stained with hard shed tears
An ocular bleeding heart
Contrast given to the soul
In between the black and white
Hoping words will make us whole
If fears are brought to the light
And when the things left behind
Fade into the day to day
Our fears return and rewind
Written a different way
Here, as seen by any name
We scrawl what our mind may think
Though forgotten, all the same
There lives the reticent ink
commonsensiblyspeaking 
That opening line. Wow. This is incredible.
Thank you, April! So kind of you to stop by and comment.
Very nice Brad and also true. Sometimes we overthink and think if we could just have a chance to rewrite what happened things would be better, when our lives are on a path of growth all along. Great title. Have a blessed weekend. Love Joni
Thank you, dear Joni! When I started my blog, it was much more editorial. Now, obviously, it has become poetically themed. If I had known this is where it would end up, ‘Reticent Ink’ would have been the name of the blog. Thank you for all your support and I hope you have a lovely weekend also! ❤💋
That would have been a great name for a blog. You have an amazing weekend too Brad. 💕😘love Joni
Brad, this is so beautiful.
Here, as seen by any name
We scrawl what our mind may think
Though forgotten, all the same
There lives the reticent ink
I can’t tell you how much I enjoy the images that you created here. “the reticent ink” I love this phrase and the entire meaning of the poem.
Excellent, Brad.
Thank you, my kind poetress! You know your praise is so appreciated and your support so kind. Much love!
My pleasure Brad. Much love to you too.
you’ve captured the torment of being a writer. well done, Brad!
Thank you, Jim!
you are welcome, Brad!
It’s a very strong piece. The last paragraph of the poetry is brilliant. Like always good work Brad 😊
Thank you, Vinayak! Hope you are well!
Welcome, thanks for asking Brad, I wasn’t well hence off for a few days from the blog, from the world, but I am back now, hope you are doing fine?
I am well and it is good to see you back, my friend!
Thanks Brad 😊
Incredible relatable! I love this😍💯♥
Thank you, Niharika! That is so kind of you to say. ❤
My pleasure sir😊💞
From scratching life in the stiff parchment using a quill that drips black iron to
“Easier to express then
But much harder to erase.”
“Hoping words will make us whole.’
This resonates with me so much.
Such a profound and wonderful piece.
The hope that words will make one whole, the idea that one’s writing may or may not represent their true selves and oh, the resilient ink.
God, this is such a masterpiece!
I loved this so much Brad!
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Awww Megha, you make me blush! 😊 Thank you for your lovely thoughts. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Love sent in return! ❤😘