'in still'


Pen Tip

At the tip of a pen
Near the edge of a fen
Lives an inkling divine
Written shadowy shine
Something touches you then
All the insides open
In a moment once again
In deep fields felt seas of rain
Gloriously deepen
More and more ever will
Feeling all the words spill
From the tip of a pen. . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-01-04 at 11:51

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