A Poet's Pen
The pen is but a dormant tool, and yet, when brought to life,
it channels a creative force, transforming thought to word.
When animated by a muse, unlike a surgeon's knife,
it harvests what lies fallow, and sets loose the captive bird.
It channels a creative force, transforming thought to word;
it opens an imprisoned mind and lets it wander free.
It harvests what lies fallow, and sets loose the captive bird,
and sheds light on the dark within, so other souls might see.
It opens an imprisoned mind and lets it wander free;
its traces quiet racing minds, set anxious hearts at rest,
and shed light on the dark within, so other souls might see.
Catharsis flows from every stroke, as writers will attest.
Its traces quiet racing minds, set anxious hearts at rest;
a poet's pen is different from any tool he owns.
Catharsis flows from every stroke, as writers will attest;
it breathes life in where none is found, and fleshes out bare bones.
A poet's pen is different from any tool he owns;
when animated by a muse, unlike a surgeon's knife,
it breathes life in where none is found, and fleshes out bare bones.
The pen is but a dormant tool, and yet, when brought to life…
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for the Pantoum On Writing Poetry Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milton Hankins
written on 11/28/22
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