A poem about the Journey of Writing

Invisible Ink

Words that lie
In deep cerebellum dark cave
Memory hidden
Collective unconscious archive
Source of good and evil
Black and white
Shades of grey
Invisible Ink

Sparked by emotion
Image suddenly clearer now
Soaking into itself
All that went before
And dreams of things
To come
Avalanched from synapse
To synapse
From cleft to cleft
Tendril flooding
Emotion laden
Sparking thought and action
To reaction
In flash flood, sudden surge
Of invisible ink

Through muscle
And Cartilage
To hand
Flow to finger
And out on page
Visible ink
Raw emotion
Shaping words
And images
Exposed now
To see
And feel
And be
Set down for all
To see

Lost to found
To see lost
And become found
In lostness
Visible now
Transformed
Now formed
To be seen
To become
To be
Cruelly visible
All that is me
Indelibly done
Irreversibly
The sum
Of me

Mike Lacey-Smith
4 Feb 2006