Earl Schumacker Poet Free verse

Automatic Pen

Automatic Pen

Pure white paper laid wide open on the desk
Virginity called into question from four sides
Paper never gives interviews before retiring
Never past 7:00 pm or there about that time
Pen attacked the page with explosions and burst
Black and blue rained down pure and furious
A case of pen to paper abuse
Residual ink spattered on shoes
Pen bled out, flew everywhere with oval droplets landing
Like blood splatter spewing on ceiling, walls and floor
Pure white paper had no chance against this rage
Pen hit it hard in rapid succession of random words
Scratched on the surface of the frightened white
Scarred for life
Pen had no owner or mind behind it
Cruel actions come naturally, automatic
Untouched by human hands
When confronted with pure white paper pens go crazy
They were raised that way

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser February 5, 2015 at 7:49 AM I like how your title is and i like more on how you describe it.. :) I can drew every line from this poem.. :)! --- olive eloisa.. :)! Earl Schumacker February 5, 2015 at 10:31 AM Hi Olive, I'm glad you enjoyed my pen poem. Thank you for your kind words. I hope you have a nice day. Take care. Earl