A quiet undercurrent
Serves as accompaniment
In searching for placement
For orphaned words
Or scattered thoughts
Recklessly joined together.
And sometimes
A distraction
As I watch
A ragged group
Embracing and embraced
By creative noise
Arms and hands
And legs
Spread impossibly wide
To let their muses in
Before I return
To my solitary invocation.
∞
Anne Mikusinski has been writing poetry and short stories since she was seven years old and most probably making them up long before she could hold a pen or pencil in my her hand.
She finds inspiration in music and art, and sometimes, even little things that happen every day. Her influences range from Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas to David Byrne and Nick Cave, and she hopes one day, her work will inspire others in the same way these writers have inspired her.
