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Post by annbkeller on Sept 10, 2008 4:05:35 GMT -5
RESTLESS QUILL
Restless quill, impatient pen Which hovers o’er the paper, Capturing my feeble musings With the sharpness of a rapier.
Fast friends are we, my pen and I, United almost since birth, Telling tales of love and tragedy, Honor, bravery and mirth.
What miracles delight us, Great visions we transcribe, Sealing for all eternity, the Cup of words we both imbibe.
Ceaselessly, we scrawl and curl Our thoughts upon the hour, As moments turn to days and pages Climb high as an ancient English tower.
We put ourselves inside each verse, Weep for love won then quickly lost, Clang of swords upon misty morning, Honor and courage spent without cost.
What would I do without you, pen? If all remained inside me, Thrumming, building, crying to get out, A beast in chains ensnared, not free.
I wish to share my meager ramblings With all the weary world, Bring joy to those who need it most A poem at last unfurled.
Perhaps within my simple words, You’ll find some measure of peace, As I write the night into the dawn My pen and I, never to cease.
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Post by zeroequalsinfinity on Sept 13, 2008 15:21:40 GMT -5
Nice imagery. What one of us has not felt this way as first we wait and then inspired go down a path to an unknown destination, with pen or keyboard at our side.
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