#informed
An inkling is a slight, vague notion, hint, or suspicion about something. It refers to having a faint idea or a subtle suggestion of a situation, often used as "having no inkling".
The term originated in the 16th century from Middle English, implying a faint whisper or mention
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no irony for me that the fluid of wordage,
ink
be the rooted of this
faint idea, subtle suggestion
i only realize now
that inkling is a perspicacious threading hinting,
the first knowing, when
the dreamed of invisible line,
is there, ahead, inviting, hithering magnetic,
when the ember glows hotter, sparking fire,
when a single word
unleashes torrents,
it is a tinkling,
a chest pain
an uniformed certitude
that a venturing is afoot;
words gliding atop a slow moving brook,
cupped in my hand,
taste them, taste me within them,
knowing the spiking ripeness of each lettering,
the linkage bonding one to the other
and me to you
how bold to say so quietly,
“I just wanted to write you”
just that, no more,
and the inkling feeling is me drinking in your poetry,
your presentation of an invitation,
a glove thrown, a dueling proffered,
and overwhelming me is the tempo
of the tempest of the imagination
inklings are stolid, certifiable,
Unlike a premonition,
a wishful thinking becoming an idea,
becoming a hope
an inkling is a spiking
everyday my peers,
my heroes, the admired giants of many years,
leaving me behind,
their terms expiring,
for no raison visible,
here too,
know of no just reason why my words persist,
but an inkling drives me hard fast,
pour it, no time for sprinkling or anointing,
let them be ripened from chest in great haste,
skin and seed, pulp and stem,
and so I write you,
I write
you
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
Continue to process the words in your head, extracting these whispers which simply linger and listen to each of those gifts delivered.
Pick up on the frequencies which ring in sync, with a tone clear to hear that's felt from within, risen up from our chest to the head as it spreads.
Draw in a line between each speckled dot, removing the fog to make sense of our self, helping unclog built up tears often hidden. When we try to grasp traits from silent ideas, varied trickle effects help let go of the fear.
Prioritised tasks edge out further unclasped, where the forward thinking sinks in amongst us.
Contemplative thought of feelings less said, as helpful hints given are informed well ahead.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
Is this your boring time, or a roaring time
tale
eating itself, perse, Percival,
quaff from the silver cup, ere the golden bowl
is broken,
in this round
of heavy metal madness conducted by
the arms of Krupp,
produced with the financial wizardty
of Meyer Amschel, himself, behind the sign
of the red shield. Kein Scheisze, no wuwu none dare
call conspiracy or treason, this is reason
remaining from my last dis
course, or dis
curse, or
cuss, just cussgodamitall, a bit
go
dam it all, god
am it all to hell and imagine god did it to make
imperial valley bloom.
OOP. object orientation program, re
set.
Are you ready? Post-read, going ons get sticky, in some
foul smelling ways,
lessons in preparation for separation from
individuated minds, feels
crazy, but it's like
any giant step, in your first thousand league boots,
stepping into an un known with a being
called a poet.
Feels just,
like falling, easy as accepting Pi for Tau now. Knowing
no better.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC