My Pen -Words,Poet,Fame-
My pen glides across the page
it isn't a blank canvas anymore,
I let my mind wander with words
it is me, I am writing for.
I try not to let words slip away
wouldn't be able to get them back,
inside I know I am a poet
but, it's fame, I truly lack.
I know I'm not Shakespeare
sometimes I wish I were,
his poetry had flowed so freely
I'm sure people would concur.
My pen writes its own words
it has a mind of its own,
this canvas isn't blank anymore
forever and always, my poetry has a home.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Dec.11/2013
I think I just set my mind free with this write. I tried my best, not to let the writers block get in the way.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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