Punctuating the Unspoken

My Poem Wages Wars

Fighting to reshape the world with ink-blackened swords

Photo by Jure Širić on Pexels

my poems wage wars —
with ink-blackened swords,
they slash (deep, oh so deep) across the silence
of a page too pristine, punctuating the calm;
commas curve like shields; semicolons barricade thoughts,
while ellipses drift like smoke from a smoldering fire,