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Pen-Dependent - a Poem

Updated on June 09, 2008

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 profile image

      Ashok Rajagopalan 9 years ago from Chennai

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

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      Merle Ann 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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      Ashok Rajagopalan 9 years ago from Chennai

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

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