The notepad yells my name.
Enticing the words out my hands
That I can never seem to say.
I click the pen.
The nib waltzes between the lines.
The bubbles of emotion
Laying beneath the surface of my skin
Burst and form letters on the page.
I dread the days
My pen feels dull and dreary
But soon enough
It is ignited once more
By the flame roaring
Within me.
A pen and paper
Seems to understand me
Better than a human
Ever has.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Excellent poem! I also hate the days when my pen feels "dull and dreary". I liked this a lot. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Christina! As poets we all have those days 🙂
I have to agree, the pen and paper understand me more than humans.
This is a lovely write! Good work!
Thank you! I appreciate it 🙂
The Pen and paper have been truer friends to me, than most Humans. Great write
It's the same for most poets I believe Tony! Thank you!
Welcome
"The nib waltzes between the lines." Love the whole poem, but that line pulls on me most.
I was particularly proud of that line! Thank you AP! 🙂
As you should be. ; )
You described perfectly the life of a writer! If the pen and paper don't understand us, who will?
Exactly Fred! Thank you my friend 🙂
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