Author Information
One More Drop.
How many pages left to turn,
and words....
how many await the reading.
Time runs low as ink in the
pen runs dry.
Soon the well too shall fail,
perhaps a last drop..waiting in a
forgotten bottle, that once fell
to the detritus of years may
yet glisten once more,
upon the nib.
Reading this late at night
Reading this late at night is like finding a new star in the heavens, waiting for a wish, and mine being that I could write this well.
That's very kind of you. When
That's very kind of you. When I read your words I wish the same. Your Silent Song is so beautiful and Moonlight Falling is too,
I can't write anything that comes anywhere near yours. I really should comment more, I read yours, Allets and Stephen's poems but don't often leave a comment. I must remember to say how good they are.
When the pen fails, there is
When the pen fails, there is dictation. That is a possible extender. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you for reading and
Thank you for reading and leaving a comment, it's really appreciated.
The ink running low, and well running dry is metaphorical.
I was thinking of when a poet really begins to doubt their ability to write even one more poem, but often it's there, just waiting to be found.
But yes, there is always dictation, although I'm rubbish at reading my poems aloud. :-)