Today we present “Ink on Paws” a poem by NightEyes DaySpring, a known troublemaker who is rumored to have a penchant for coffee and an interest in dead, ancient civilizations. NightEyes is the author of two novels, two short story collections, and one poetry chapbook. Information about him and his writing can be found at nighteyes-dayspring.com.

Read by Cider, the Library Martin.

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You’re

listening

to

Poetry

Month

on

The

Voice

of

Dog.

This

is

Rob

MacWolf

your

fellow

traveler,

and

Today

we

present “Ink

on

Paws”

a

poem

by

NightEyes

DaySpring,

a

known

troublemaker

who is

rumored

to

have

a

penchant for

coffee

and

an

interest in dead, ancient civilizations. NightEyes is the author of

two

novels,

two

short

story

collections,

and

one

poetry

chapbook.

Information

about

him

and

his

writing

can

be

found at nighteyes-dayspring.com.

Read

by

Cider, the

Library

Marten.

Please

enjoy


“Ink on

Paws”,

a

poem

by

NightEyes

DaySpring

The

words

come,

and

so

I

write.
The

night

turns

and

the

dawn

is

distant,

as

I

tap

out

my

soul,
my

dreams, my

ideas,

dripping

down

the

page—
I

hope

they

make

sense.

In

the

dark,

I

write

because

I

must,
digital

black

ink

for

the

future.
Words

to

shape,

words

to

revise,
stories

to

tell.

Dark

blocks

of

ink

curling

into

words,
shaped

by

my

paws,

shaped

by

my

fears,
in

the

quiet

of

the

night,

in

the

center

of

myself,
visions

of

other

worlds

upon

the

page.

The

dream,

the

nightmare,

the

everything

I have

become,
the

determination

to

be

more,

the

determination

to

be

steel,
pages

of

text,

words

for

the

dead

gods

I

dream

about,
all

shaped

by

my

paws.

Lines

of

pencil

across

pages,

sketchbooks

with

doodles,
ink

blots

on

paper,

let

it

all

come!
Let

it

be,

let

it

create,

let

it

dream,

let

it

spin

upon

the

page!
Take

my

paw

and

plunge

into

this

with

me.

Hear

my

song,

hear

my

voice,

hear

my

pain!
Feel

it

all,

and

make

it

real,

make

it

become,

make

it

more,
as

I

chase

myself

across

the

page

to

make

the

ink

sing,
a

thousand

voices

for

the

paper

to

feel.

Everything

becomes

more,

everything

becomes

ink,
for

if

I

don’t

write

these

words

who

will?
No

one

else

can

be

me,

nor

should

they

ever

try

to

be…
because

only

I

know

these

songs.

There’s

nothing

special

about

that,

just

my

personal

madness,
just

a

mind

turning

in

the

bottom

of

a

coffee

cup,
and

words

to

write

and

ink

to

make

sing—
ink

to

make

howl

with

my

paws.

Words

for

tomorrow,

words

for

today,
lines

for

projects

yet

realized,
for

goals

yet

created,

for

thoughts

to

be

recorded,
for

futures

to

be,

as

messy

as

they

might

be.

For

the

people

tomorrow

who

might

read

this,

for

the

wolf

today,
for

the

dawn

yesterday

I

remember,

let

the

words

come.
Let

the

words

flow,

and

let

my

paws

shape

these

ideas.
May

the

ink

bear

record,

and

may

I

write

well.

May

the

lines

become

shapes,

and

the

ideas

become

stories,
let

the

trail

of

my

thoughts

bear

witness,
let

the

dreams

carry

us

forward

to

better.
May

the

ink

live,

alive

with

my

ideas.



This

was “Ink

on

Paws”

by

NightEyes

DaySpring,

read

for

you by Cider,

the

Library

Marten.

Thank

you

for

listening

to

Poetry

Month

on

The

Voice

of

Dog.