EMERY ON IRIDIUM

Has it made a difference...I ask

The time keeper is slow with answers

Secretly revealing only the obvious 

Keeping truth disguised in furtive mystery

It started as it always does, broad strokes

Cutting sharply across the white expanse

Leaving gaps where the ink did not flow

Yet coherent due to cognitive conjecture

And then came the fits, the stops and jerks

Uneasiness swirling in broken whorls

Swelling excess gathering in the dark

Holding words to ransom inside the barrel 

The tip catches, snagging a blemish

And rips an argument in the blink of an eye

Frustration vents in uttered expletives

And the body left alone till the ink runs dry

Necessity requisitions another chance

Curiosity experiments with ordered abrasion

A gut feeling results in experiencing change

With a promise for a smoother ride

The writer returns to the torn parchment

And words mend the chasm of divide

Flowing, hurtling over every obstruction

Friction reduced to a trivial afterthought

Has it made a difference...Yes it has

Evidenced in a haloed gleam inscribed

Emery surprisingly smoothens Iridium

Much to the relief of experiment unprescribed