Strokes and Words

All I want to do is write

Not for the expression;

but for the friction.

To feel the pen, against rough paper

and nothing less – nor more.

 

 

But know not I; words

to put down this moment.

As words – cannot express now

what i wish to say.

But this feeling – I wish would stay.

 

Words – shallow – in their limitation

strokes – give me – much liberation.

But forced I am – to put down words

and the strokes seem lost – in them.

Now you only see the meaning -

not this moment that is fleeting.

Now you only see me communicating

not the primitive art of creating.