I Dipped the Pen In Barren Well
I writ a poem
of broken lines
in muddled thoughts
where nothing rhymes
considered throwing in some chimes
from reminiscent olden times
reached into the “poignant” pail
dug out the sadness of “sublimes”.
I dipped the pen in barren well
denied of stories it could tell
pictured how the empires fell
beneath the hate of brimstone’s smell
wondered how I came to dwell
in poetry’s rekindled hell.
I clawed the crimson charcoal crust
bore the pain of writing’s thrust
became the fire of its lust
engulfed in flame the pages trust
then sprinkled it with living’s dust.
John G. Lawless
©7/4/2021
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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