The Ink Within the Pen

The pen tip rests gently on the page
What shall become of the ink within?
Will it tell a story of sorrow or pain?
Of joy, happiness and friendships gained?
Will it tell a story at all?

Painting pictures with words,
The pen moves swiftly
Giving poetic words
From the mind of the wielder

This is not sorrow or pain,
Joy or happiness
This is not a simple story
Of anything lost or gained

These are my words, not my story
Quite simply, this is my poetry
And it is mine alone.

What will become of the ink within the pen?





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julianatherose67 said...
Jan. 15, 2012 at 10:35 am
This is great! Totally describes what i first think of when I'm going to write! Fantastic.
 
Matice said...
Dec. 15, 2011 at 3:05 pm

I love your description. You did an amazing job on this. Keep writing!

If you have a spare second, I'd love it if you would take a check out and rate/comment on some of my work.

 
SeizeTheDay said...
Dec. 14, 2011 at 7:01 pm
Wow! Really good :) I sometimes write poetry about inanimate objects, and I certainly love reading about them. This really spoke to me. Keep writing! :D
 
Mrs.Darcy said...
Dec. 9, 2011 at 12:49 pm
I really like it...though I can't say why...I just sounds like something I would think. Great job!!
 
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