The Life of a Pen

Posted: June 14, 2014 in Poems, Thoughts, Uncategorized
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Here I sit, waiting in darkness

For a hand to take me in their fingers again

To move me from this place of rest

And open the lid on my wooden bedroom

Picking me up as gently as a new born baby

Moving me towards the light of the sun

My tip shining brightly, glistening in the morning sun

All of me quivering in expectation

Of being pressed, deep into the white paper

And my dark, oozing, indelible liquid

Is ready to make its mark on the world

Ready to do the bidding of whoever holds me

Ready to be the one thing in the world

That transforms thoughts in a vivid mind

That allows them to cascade and flow

From deep inside a universe of letters

To an outside world anticipating every word

As they soak up the imagination of a beautiful mind

And words become images in their minds eye

Transformed from a shape on a piece of paper

By the imagination of the reader

To an image that will last a life time

Imprinted in the memory  

Ready to be retrieved and enjoyed forever

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