Venting the Orwellian Hand Maid's Tale Psychotic of the current American Dream
My mind is an open window,
a free-thinking view of the eye’s appetite
for images translated through ink stained imagination.
Ink stained imagination! Oh how I love that! This is a wonderful reflection of your poetic creativity Susie!
Yes, that closing line got me too.
Susie, there isn't any much better than this. So concise, to full of message. The staining of your imagination was just right for this. From here, put to operation would be to say or write, "My eyes are for you only." ..
We can't help but reveal ourselves, at least a little, when we write. Though sometimes the images others think the see in the ink stained glass tell an awful lot about the viewer too.