Compelled to pen

Ink is the blood of the soul

 

Compelled to pen

my heart bleeds ink all over the page

 

black and white

what does it mean

 

deciphered scribble scrawl

to me alone

 

if you had my mind

you'd understand

 

lines that rhyme,

to metered time,

 

"Is he crazy"

"Is he fine"

 

I can hear you say

in hushed murmurs

 

oh let the words flow

my gentle Muse,

 

do I have to fall in love

to summon you

 

yet you know my soul

desires to write

and write,

and write,

 

let me drink at inspirations well,

bathed in radiant thought,

let me use this conduit

of flesh and bone

to reveal the storm inside,

 

compelled to pen these lines so few,

tell me what this means to you........

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Gee]

You, Jacob and a few others in here are quite prolific with the volume of poetry turned out, not sure how you do this whilst keeping the very high standard of all offered up...impressive!!
Good morning

[Dave W.]

Gee thankyou for the compliment, I never know if what I write is good or not, so thank you

[Renata]

I read somewhere once that a writers heart bleeds black or blue, depending on what pen they used.
It was a great description, I felt, for those of us that pour ourselves onto the page, whatever the medium.
The compulsion to write has such a strong pull and by releasing the ink we come to some clearer understanding of what we hold within, and others can see that and understand who we are as writers.
You own an impressively sized catalogue here, so your muse is working just fine, in my opinion.
It’s better to be inspired to release that ink than have it run completely dry.
I understand your compulsion, as I am sure others will, too.

[Dave W.]

Thank you for the review and kind words

[Dessi]

To me,
I have a more carnal muse...whatever...
If I had you,
I'd never let go.
Never.
.
(Like I told Perdition, as a poet, your writing drives, inspres, drives. And so the chain continues to exist. Don't worry about anything else. Go with your love which is what you do best. As always, you inspire me, dear poet.)

[Dave W.]

i will continue to write