I don't usually write free verse poetry, but I really liked how this one turned out.

The ink curls around itself Twisting in curlicues and Straightening in lines It weaves a delicate spider web As the pen ticks across the parchment The individual fibers of the web Glisten in the sun They join Circle Twist and form The web shines brightly The ink stitches a story as it spills onto the page Looping and riding On the tossing ocean of the mind As imagination becomes solid The vapors settle They relax The pen scratches dry Is filled And begins again Weaving Twisting Creating The strokes transform into letters The letters form words And together Words become tales Poems Ballads Myths Stories and songs Then they fall before the reader’s eye Open to them Like an ear to a whispered secret The reader breathes in the words Remembers the story Drinks in the poetry The pen At rest Is nearly forgotten As the words are repeated again and again But it all started with A single line A single drop of ink