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My Running Pen

The inked flowed down my paper... As the rain danced, the words fluttered... Meanings changed but the letters remain... While my pen pulls them back to the orginal stain... I then drop a tear to break up the chill that came... Scribbled down dreams that played and keeps me sane... The thoughts regroup and spill out a famliar sound... Then the paper dries and a new poem is found...

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Dinda Minardi

Date: 1/28/2012 10:31:00 AM

I really enjoyed what your imagination made tonight, Michael. Can't wait to read another :) I loved how you wrote the process of the changing poem, so creative.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/24/2012 10:09:00 PM

May your pen run to overflowing, Michael! Your work always shows such beauty and sensitivity.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/24/2012 4:13:00 PM

Very emotive and expressive work..Excellent descriptiveness..Enjoyed reading this eve..I hope that it is just a creative work and no reason for tears in your life..Sara

Cory Long

Date: 1/24/2012 12:36:00 PM

beautifully written. cory

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 1/23/2012 9:28:00 AM

so impressive and expressive a creation with parallels to life and emotion Michael luv.. we sure can celebrate today..no tears ...GMEN proved the best ..Eli was energetic and elite .. he quieted the doubters and sportscasters giving him big accolades today .. all the way ..jg.. xoxo..forever...

David Williams

Date: 1/23/2012 6:41:00 AM

Michael this is top form, great couplet..David

Audrey Haick

Date: 1/22/2012 4:39:00 PM

Wow! Love this Michael. Keep scribbling down those dreams my dear friend...the more you do the more they come alive, I believe! Have a great week! Love, Annalise

Tim B

Date: 1/22/2012 1:48:00 PM

Michael, you really do have a way with couplets. You capture the essence of writing quite well here, I love the line 'scribbled down dreams that played and keeps me sane'. This is how I often feel as well, ink becomes passion becomes fire, becomes poetry :) Great stuff sir as always.