ClickA Poem by Arly ParentGetting back into writing or trying to get back anyway (it was a really good pen too) :) lolClick
The scratch of this pen
a gentle woosh as i my hand picks up speed
my lines flow
liquid
languid
smooth
black, shining, and fierce
messy
the product of a mind
of more than a mind
the singular son of inspiration
born in a womb of sparks
of pink and of gray
a womb of whorls and trenches
lines and patterns
thoughts and ideas
a womb of ____(i dont have the word yet)
It crawls not forth
but skates
fluid as this pen
gentle as this kiss
flowing
sliding
slipping
into forever
forgotten
silent
uttered?
I think not
Silence
Inspiration?
......GOD?
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Added on June 22, 2009 AuthorArly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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