The Pen Falls Silent.

The pen falls silent at

my touch, paper drifts

towards the floor,

and words, those windows

to the heart desert

this useless fool.

Reluctant lies the wastrel

pen, the paper left unloved.

And I just sit impotent yet,

an empty vessel stilled.

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allets's picture

“Windows to the heart”

This is what poets do. So excellently well said. ~allets~



sweetwater's picture

Thank you Stella, I wish I

Thank you Stella, I wish I could right as easily as I did when I had Harvey.

Cascade's picture

An empty vessel stilled...and

An empty vessel stilled...and then you move us with the stillness.

sweetwater's picture

Thank you :-) 

Thank you :-)