My pen pleadsA Poem by Jack...At a loss for words, but not at a loss for missing you
My pen pleads Lonely nights offer moments of silence and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath as if that will help the words flow Upon closer inspection I find heart shaped patterns on the dining room tablecloth mimic the movements of my hand, layered one atop another, calling on each to oblige Crossing lines, intersecting at pre-destined points, repeating in harmony with one another as my thoughts gather in the tiny squares of this colored graph paper staring at me, waiting Moving in sync with butterfly curves on the corners and scribbled etchings along borders, fantasies of a mind in a dream state swirl, touching each box of this formatted design Folds neatly collect the shapes of spilled ink seeping slowly through the cloth like raindrops on a leaf following the veins in an abstract yet confined flow To the blurred eye sits nonsense, a collection of nothing on a vast white sheet dancing like uneven feet on a rounded floor of no particular meaning or feature Yet to me, my penned doodling calls loudly, even in the darkness of lost words, these patterns, as is everything found filling me is you… and my pen pleads in heart shaped longings © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on September 24, 2013Last Updated on September 24, 2013 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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