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Captured In My Pen
The title and each line contain only 4 words
Eleventh hour softly proclaimed;
endeavoring vainly to write,
to create a draft
‘ere I sleep tonight.
Pen slows, then ceases,
my tired eyelids close,
head begins to nod...
reluctantly I did doze
Marvelous words were coursing
through my apprehensive mind,
conjuring pictures and fantasies
of every imaginable kind.
Loves platonic drama unfolds,
words on antiquated white;
intensely powerful, intellectually profound,
overwhelming in its might.
Exploring its cover thoroughly,
questing for a name,
front... back... inside out;
results forever the same.
Undeniably it’s my creation
safeguarded in my head,
beseeching my subconscious mind,
demanding to be read.
Ultimately... a magic pen;
a dreamers impractical decision
would liberate the anecdote,
from this fantasts vision.
Mystical forces contained within
pointed nib of gold,
absorbed completely, liquescent words,
adventurous, fascinating, and bold.
Awakened… clock striking two;
strangely I feel refreshed
knowing my pen captivated
revelations only I possessed.
Commit- words to paper
command- them to flow.
only spirals and dots,
and pointless doodles show.
What’s with this instrument?
something has gone amiss!
paragraphs I dreamed about,
didn’t look like this.
One sheet I exhausted,
ten more followed suite.
somehow my magic pen
has deliberately gone mute.
Dejected now I capitulate.
efforts are set aside.
my magic pen unrelenting,
keeps them locked inside.
Plagiarism is no problem,
time only determines when
you’ll enjoy the story
captured in my pen.
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