Pen and Paper

skyebellasario

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.

  • Author: Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2018 12:26
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 804
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments5

  • Christina8

    Excellent poem! I also hate the days when my pen feels "dull and dreary". I liked this a lot. Thanks for sharing.

    • skyebellasario

      Thank you Christina! As poets we all have those days 🙂

    • deepthoughts

      I have to agree, the pen and paper understand me more than humans.
      This is a lovely write! Good work!

      • skyebellasario

        Thank you! I appreciate it 🙂

      • Tony36

        The Pen and paper have been truer friends to me, than most Humans. Great write

        • skyebellasario

          It's the same for most poets I believe Tony! Thank you!

          • Tony36

            Welcome

          • Accidental Poet

            "The nib waltzes between the lines." Love the whole poem, but that line pulls on me most.

            • skyebellasario

              I was particularly proud of that line! Thank you AP! 🙂

              • Accidental Poet

                As you should be. ; )

              • FredPeyer

                You described perfectly the life of a writer! If the pen and paper don't understand us, who will?

                • skyebellasario

                  Exactly Fred! Thank you my friend 🙂



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