Ode to a Manuscript by Jim Lounsbury

Ode to a Manuscript

by Jim Lounsbury

White, uncaring, full of nothing

Ever feeling none but me,

I will render now my blessing

To your white tranquility.

Words, quite certain, not of pleasure

From my humble heart do flee,

Through my pen and ink blotch spoken

To your flesh in irony

Hear my heart and see my passion

Spilling like a blood from me,

Show to all my life undaunted

Through the tears I've spilt on thee.