Mark Your Mark

Make your mark in lines and dots
So these graphite ropes and knots
Can bind the intangible to
A state consistent, less a new
Breeze dissipate what the old
Formed to never again be told.

Runic magic, hold in thrall
Whoever chooses to stall
Their day in reading
And as a tree from a seedling
May these past marks hold
Their true meaning, to be retold.

Bind here my musing’s oratory
In the form of written poetry.