Sunday 13 July 2008

A poem for no reason, but the enjoyment of a new pen

Straight away, oh I say!
How smooth the silk that flows so freed,
from my newest nib.
I feel that I might write a line,
and free it from its lid.

New ponderings, new creativity,
I hope now bid to free,
and as I write and smoothly flow,
I wonder which shall lead.
Should thought lead pen,
or ink lead thought?
which flows with more panache?

And shall I even ponder such,
or spend my time amuse,
else shall I mearly let it run
resulting lines peruse.

What joy, what fun,
so easily is found,
I only free that substance,
already paper bound.

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