Senses of WritingA Poem by Tenten
The feel of this pen
Grasped tightly in my palm
The texture of paper
Flowing beneath my fingertips
The scent of ink
Pervading the stale air
The sound that echoes off walls
As pencil scratches to paper
The sudden thought
The grateful feeling
Of coming home found in
These little moments of creation
With keyboard clinks
Mouse clicks and the buzz
Of electricity surrounding the air
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on September 1, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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