The tap drips
forming a pool beneath
plink plink
alive divided strings
seeking the river bed
it doesn’t pump
working its way
like sound exploring veins
We who are inspired
feel the branches
from the scratches of ink
coloured in circles
lines letter like
those who have learnt
read the beats
the chords
It could be a simple sound
plink
it could be an orchestra
Copyright JMTacken 24.2.2015
I’m not sure what this means, I just wrote it.
Ramblings From A Mum 
And she’s back with a s.p.l.a.s.h.! You go, Jen. ❤ ❤ ❤
You have made me smile darling Tess. Maybe not a splash….just a ripple for now. Thank you 💙💙💙
It’s a S.p.l.a.s.h. I heard it! ❤ ❤
Then you have good ears …smiles Hugs xx
Indeed I DO. ❤ ❤
I’ve called a plumber for you 😉
I’ll send you the bill 😉
hey you never know til you put the pen to the page…
and sometimes it sings…and sometimes it
plink
plink
plink(s)
This is true, thank you Bri you made me smile ☺️
Hey – good to see you back. A plink is better than a drought. 🙂
Thank you sweet, it’s nice to be back if only now and then..you made me smile 💜 x
It doesn’t matter what it means it reads poetically” 🙂
Always so sweet, thank you darling xx
as long as we have water, we can survive.
ah how true ..thank you sweety 💜 xx
Sometimes those words are pounding in our heads for what ever reason. And they are there for a reason. I really felt pulled to this
“We who are inspired
feel the branches
from the scratches of ink”
I relate to being inspired by scratches of ink, and sometimes what grows out of them.
I don’t know the reason for these, but I thank you hun for being inspired by those lines. Thank you, as always. 💜 xx
Loved it. Welcome back lovely, “scratches of ink” is my favorite line. I’m still scratching, my ink feels dried up, I felt these words.
Thank you for re- sending the message darling, reply on its way.
xxx
Thank you for your comment my lovely. Thank you for telling me your favourite line too. I’m the same, I have so much going on, writing has been put on the back burner..reading..commenting..thinking straight! You’re welcome glad you received ..love you xxxx
Beautiful. A plink is just a plink until it finds the plonk and then a orchestra is born.
Such a lovely comment..thank you darling. 💜
Yes, it could be an orchestra. A wonderful play of sound in this verse. 🙂
a nice play on words, thank you Anmol. ☺️
I somehow missed this post, which was awhile ago. Better late than never, I guess. I felt this to be such a musical and lyrical poem. The sounds of your words flowed and the drips and drops made impressions on my mind. Jen. Hugs xox
Thank you Rob. I am happy that you find the time to read back, I really appreciate it. Thank you for your kind words. xxx
the best ones aren’t supposed to be exact, don’t you think? they’re meant to be multi-planed, have depth and even confusion… ~
Hello ‘M’, I see that you have been doing quite a bit of reading ☺️ Thank you for the follow and all your lovely comments, which I shall get too soon. Re the above.. I will go with your theory as I was and am completely baffled. Good to ‘see’ you now too 😌