Kenneth Paul Jones

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Welcome to this pen in hand Where ink blot thoughts emerge to land And metaphors may seek to find A sanctuary phrased amongst like minds. Welcome to this chance to gain A retrospect not so insane; A fleeting glimpse, small recognition: This pen scribes skin with each page written. Welcome to my solace, this doom, Where crafted lines converge to swoon, Or perhaps just hang in hollow halls Like petroglyphs on crumbling walls. Welcome to this acrostic sea Of hopes to share a melody Though sometimes I confess to hide, Leaving paper white and thoughts inside.