
A poem about the troubles of writing a poem.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 183 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Published: 07-24-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2831662
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My pen quivers before my page
Waiting to be used
And as I put my pen to paper
The words begin to come
The glistening sun upon my shoulder
Forms before my eyes
No. I scribble out the line
And raise my eyes to the rest of the page
Line upon line, scribbled away
Forever imprinted upon my page
Each line has a story
Each word a life
A life I've killed with my ink-dead pen
What do I write?
Nothing will work
Every word dies in my mind
Before my pen touches the paper
Before it reaches my eyes
And I wonder why I write
When it takes me so long
Just to form a sentence on the page
Which will stay in sight
Slowly a thought passes through my mind
I scrunch up my page
Pull a fresh sheet over
And start to write
Each word flows through my pen
Without a second thought
Then soon before my tired eyes
Many lines are formed
I sit back happy, finally
It's done
Finally a poem rests
Before my eyes
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