Scribbling doesn’t relieve the pain of aching joints. Scribbling doesn’t stop the falling torrents, or the sudden streams flowing down our street. Scribbling doesn’t cease the constant hum of rain impacting the roof. Scribbling doesn’t ease the sandpaper sensation in the elbows.

Scribbling incarnates the experience of it all. Scribbling bears witness to every facet of life as it happens. Scribbling memorializes the best and worst. Scribbling transforms even the mundane into art.

covered

by raindrops

a window

another line of

poetry

for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #399. Prompt for 23rd March 2024 Scribbling