The Pen
Everyday I fill the ink of my pen with thoughts
I placing the pen on the paper,
I write the words on the line,
Verbs and Nouns express the mind,
But some reason its just not quite right,
Sometimes its for the spellings,
others for the sound,
But most the time its the thought itself, I cross out.
Starting all over again, A poet with an invisible pen!
Copyright © Annss Mcclain | Year Posted 2007
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