Take Heed from Fountain Pen

Cucumber melon treats

sure sound neat

in waxifieng poetic schemes

dripped upon the pages

my flesh

set about in unrest

fluttering in the breeze

unforeseen

until they are unloosed

upon the likes of you

have you got a clue

of what these words are here for

to make your bodies rise, your soul soar

your mind grapple

with that with plagues us so

in the arms of the muse

we set about abused

most often by ourselves

the greatest and most hinderous

hideous critic of all

willing to scrawl

black paint over the pen

ink it out again

as if it never were

there for you to ponder

that muse has taken flight

inspired by the moonlight

in its place remains the gloom

of a sunny afternoon-

shining brightly forth

with smiles upon the sun

daunting the ones

that take heed from fountain pen

and feed it 'til the end.

 

 

Reviews

[SweetPeachesAlways]

You write with such beautiful eloquence! Wow.
I love the way your words became liquid,
like the ink they speak of,
flowing across my screen,
dripping,
drop by
drop
onto
these pages and then
pooling up in our minds
causing us to think! Brilliant!

[Valentine]

I heard that writing with a pencil with no lead is pointless...I would expect for writers having a head full of nothing..is also pointless..Isn't it great that we can be inspired to pick it up again so often..God bless Valentine

[Little Mouse]

Favorite lines:
black paint over the pen
ink it out again/...
that take heed from fountain pen
and feed it 'til the end./
All this talk of ink makes me want to pull out my real calligraphy pen,
and step away from the typewriter if for just a moment.
And:
Cucumber melon treats
sure sound neat/
this could go off in an entirely new direction and become another poem as well!
Enjoyed! -:3 )~~~

[Zane Mathias]

wow this is a very powerful poem!!! Love the theme that you use and the flow could not have been better.
Keep Up the Great work ... B.P. :)

[James K. Blaylock]

Wow, I truly loved this piece.

jkb

[Just Manoosh]

that take heed from fountain pen
and feed it 'til the end.

Fabulous!

The subject of this poem is so close to us all, it is the writers core, feel its power. And our muse ... our muse can be both our friend and enemy, our saviour and curse ..... oh the life of a writer is a complicated bugger.

Beautifully penned sweetie.
Mx

[Robert A. Pacheco]

I honestly don't know what to say.. Except.. WOW!
I mean.. Dang.. I don't know.. I'm sorry if you don't like my review.. but yeah.. This left me speechless.. I honestly don't know what to say..
Outstanding write! Honestly. You should publish this as soon as possible.

Wow.
Rob

[The Tao of Bri]

willing to scrawl

black paint over the pen

ink it out again

as if it never were

there for you to ponder

that muse has taken flight

inspired by the moonlight

in its place remains the gloom

of a sunny afternoon-

shining brightly forth

with smiles upon the sun

daunting the ones

that take heed from fountain pen

and feed it 'til the end.



The whole peice has such an awesome flow, but these last lines speak volumes in that meoldy!

[Bear]

oh, I do love the way you turn a phrase! The way you "compose" thoughts upon the page; your way makes me smile while I'm puzzling the points you bring to light. So true, how the words we put down are the way some find our way to the light and once we gasp for air once when we break the surface we most likely start our self abuse over again.

Ha, had to look through a few pen/pencil cups tonight to re-locate my fountain pen. It was a high school grad gift from '82; and many a night I wrote my thoughts upon the page with that pen in hand, legs crossed with pad of paper upon my knee. Usually black ink would be upon my left hand fingers by the time the sun told me it was time to sleep. Thanks for sharing. Bear

[Gary H]

This gives me wonderful images of the mind working furiously to send ideas to the hand that holds the pen that writes the words and inks the pages. All the parts inside us somehow work together to form our writing. We look at the words that flow out and you are right, we are the severest critics of ourselves. Somehow inspiration takes hold and we create. Some wonderful thoughts you have provoked here. Thanks!

[E. M. Murren]

The imagery in this is really striking. The message is powerful. I really like this a lot. Fine work.