The Breath of my Pen

The Breath of my Pen

 

The breath of my pen has been stolen,

And replaced with ink colored in passion.

 

I marvel at the ink of passion,

How it flows along the paper of my soul.

 

 How it writes my desires,

Filled with longing.

 

The ink burns its tattoo,

And brings feelings to a fevered pitch.

 

Yet these words tattooed on the paper,

Will never be felt by another.

 

They cannot, I will not allow such emotions to rise me up,

And send me crashing on the rocks.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Blame it all on the ink in your pen! :) The words clothe the naked paper, but they will never be felt by another in reality? Seems like such a shame really. After heartbreak, it is not easy to find another to share your emotions with...someone you can really trust....but if you keep an open mind, you never know who you might find out there. A case of are the words a reflection of the poet or are they only the muse? I liked it! Lydi**

[ron]

Thank you Lydi. Your reviews are heartwarming and thought provoking.