Fenced from memory I gaze up Words freed from imagination Longing whispers into blue Incantations I spell With rhythmic cadence Crafting digits Mark the white Becomes Verse. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Nine: “Today, because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks…