The PenA Poem by Judy PoncebyOn writing....
With a flourish of my pen I set fire to the paper.
Enlivening it like a god creating some caper. Words flowing like wine from my synapses, Forming images in the mind's eye without lapses. Jupiter may rotate like a ring on a string. But far be it from me to question far Saturn's ring. Expansive words conveying vast universes. Ideas, concepts, phrases and curses. The whales they must sing, the birds they will cry, My voice from within is written with pen, for I am so shy. © 2011 Judy PoncebyReviews
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8 Reviews Added on March 8, 2011 Last Updated on March 14, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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