Ink on the Page


In this poem, I was trying to invoke the same feeling that I get from this verse of “For the Beauty of the Earth”:

For the joy of ear and eye,
For the heart and mind’s delight
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight,
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.

Unfortunately, I think I missed it. I was trying to show the joy of how ink on a page, whether pictures or words, brings meaning to the see-er, the reader, and the joy that can bring.

Ink on the page, in pretty colors
Words and thoughts and dreams
Each line a note,
Each line a song,
More than what it seems.

A simple line conveys meaning,
A smudge a shadow might show.
A curve some depth,
A dot delight,
All that the see-ers  will know.

Many pictures make movement
That might bring sorrow or glee
A thought or a fear
A smile or a tear
All based on what you may see.

How wonderful the printed word
And pictures of all we see,
The minds that write
The minds that draw,
And all the minds that read.