If I let me pen roam the pages,
And pause a time or two,
What would occur?
What would ensue?
Would it be a line, a poem,
A story… long or short?
Would it be a romantic love ballad,
Or a quick retort?
What if the pen and ink
Flowed and flowed,
But the needed words
Just did not show?
What if the pen and ink
Were scarcely there?
Would the missing words
Find anyone to care?
What if the pen, the ink, and even the words
Were at a loss?
Would my sanity
Be the cost?
What if this rambling
That you now are reading
Were attention getters
Who were very misleading?
What if the ink
That flows without
Were whispering words
Trying to shout?
One more line
And I’ll rest the pen.
Is this the beginning
Disguised in the end?
6-9-2017 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My
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