If this were more than ordinary ink upon a page
would I have given, then, more than others gave
who (not being given, themselves, to outright rages)
left no more than merely ink, or less, upon a page?
No. We are but those who strut and fret on stages,
seeking perfect words with which to voice a rant or rave
in common ink, nothing more, upon an ordinary page.
Oh, would that I have given as much as others gave.
A re-worked triolet posted for;
Poets and Storytellers United
~ Writers’ Pantry #26 ~
“You can make anything by writing”