Of That Which I Use to Put Words on PaperA Poem by James HorsleyAn ode to a pen. Feels like it may need a littl re-working, but I'm not sure where. If you've suggestions, I'll gladly hear them.My pen is a sword with a spot of tarnish here and there. For some time now it has lacked use. A spot of polish, then, may be appropriate, in order to restore my blade to its former glory. This blade will shine and gleam. Bright it will be again, and thirsty, too. Shine now, thirsty blade, and you shall cut down many foe men. Meet those devils, Normality, Conformity, Deprecation, and run them through as so oft' times before! And also those knaves called arrogance and complacency, may they fall on their bellies and rot with the rest! My pen has also been a shield, protection from the bitter sting of a world gone mad. A sanctuary where some Godly saint resides, chanting a liturgy of sacred Inspiration, delivering a communion of the blood and flesh of the Muse. My pen has been a mountaintop upon which I could stand, and yell forth from the very peak, in the fashion of one before me, I could “sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.” Here I could wait, I could listen. Here I could see all in its natural and uncorrupted state. My pen has been, and is now, a companion; a truer one I never saw. It is what it is. It is what I need it to be, and has never been anything I counted as undesirable. © 2011 James HorsleyReviews
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Added on April 9, 2011Last Updated on April 9, 2011 AuthorJames HorsleyWorthington, KYAboutWell, it's been a very long time since I've been on Writerscafe. I'm James Horsley, composing poetry was my first love, and posting it on writerscafe was my favorite way to share it with people. I wa.. more..Writing
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