tugging at commas

puffed-up writer
compellingly follows idea
stops dramatically
delivering fragments

lesson learned:
ink that skips and jumps
follows paper

writer friend to writer friend:
you may rest your head on my creative shoulder…

watching blues dance
with downturned pen
in a field of irony
is like decidedly dancing
with snapped wings
and cardboard teeth
not worth writing about
let it go

by mary ann blinkhorn