Pen-Dependent - a Poem

As I put the pen back to paper,

it sucked in all that's written,

in an angry, reproachful inhalation,

and twiddled between my fingers,

demanding manumission.

Run me along, it tells me, or leave me alone.

When you blink and stumble, you leave me high and dry.

If you know the way, take me along,

without pause and halt.

Exhaust me, for my depletion and rebirth.

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Kenny Wordsmith 9 years ago from Chennai

I take your pen's side; wish it would go places!

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G-Ma Johnson 9 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

Yes can I join you??? i have been putting forward an effort at my old poem's..Have you checked any of them out?  I have many more.. G-Ma :O) ( Hi Kenny) glad to see you here :O)

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Kenny Wordsmith 8 years ago from Chennai

G-Ma, long time no see! Delighted, I'm sure!

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