Thought I’d post another poem I came across recently that I did a while back based off of a reading prompt exercise. Hope it’s interesting for you guys.
Invisible Ink I’m painting a painting inside of a painting inside of a painting that you cannot see. Inside of that painting is a painter who’s painting a painter who’s painting that is not me. Outside of the painting is paint that is painting itself into paintings clandestine unseen. Because painters who paint with or without paint know that painters who paint are surely not me.