Miranda Hawley Poet Personification

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In the hands of the master poet...

I Am Ink

I am but a tube of ink, 
and I live inside a poet's pen.
If I want to be useful
I must realize
alone I cannot write.
I must allow me to be held
by the hand of the poetic mind.
My job is to unleash their thoughts
and be the tool that expresses
the world inside their mind.
I am but a tube of ink,
and I live inside a poet's pen.

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John Read February 3, 2025 at 10:16 AM A creative poem Miranda, hopefully your pen never runs dry. xx Miranda Hawley February 3, 2025 at 7:12 PM Thank you for that. I love writing!

Valsa George February 1, 2025 at 4:47 AM Your poem is so unique and ingeniously crafted. Yes, many factors have to come together for the birth of a poem. Ink and pen, a hand to hold it and a mind with imagination. All the best, Miranda. Write on, dear friend. Miranda Hawley February 2, 2025 at 6:45 AM Thank you for that.

Andrea Dietrich January 28, 2025 at 12:51 PM A wonderful idea for that one contest prompt. Well, I take it that's what this is meant for. I like it a lot. Andrea Dietrich January 31, 2025 at 3:22 PM The one Write On. Miranda Hawley January 28, 2025 at 1:02 PM I'd have to look through the contest prompts to see which one it might work for or you could soup mail me and let me know.

Christine K Munsell January 28, 2025 at 7:30 AM Miranda, This is a sweet little poem. I especially like the very last line, " ... I live inside a poet's pen." Miranda Hawley January 28, 2025 at 10:53 AM Thank you I am glad you thought it was a sweet poem and you like the last line!

Sotto Poet January 27, 2025 at 12:59 PM What a wonderful poem about the relationship between a poet and their medium—ink—symbolizing the idea that creativity requires collaboration between the creator and their tools. Miranda Hawley January 28, 2025 at 10:51 AM I had been thinking about this poem the entire day when I wrote it. But I will be honest and confess, that I wrote the poem between 11:00 p.m. and midnight after taking some unisom to help me sleep.