Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

I'Ve Lost My Pen and You Can Tell It

Pen I lay thee down
you're in a cluttered pile
beside my crystal crown
you're ink I won't defile

I promise to restore your pride
with valor strength and flair
I'll put my paper by your side
you'll be warm in there

Though later you'll be hidden
hitherto beneath my gain
my dear friend overridden
drenched by a coffee stain

I'll pick you up and brush you off
and press down once again
if absence comes to boff
the chaos has set in

I suffer to create
what I cannot seem to find
if you don't relate
thank God to content your mind

For you are not forgotten
overlook my trusty plot
you have been blessed by the Begotten
forgive me pen to nought

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Caren Krutsinger October 10, 2020 at 1:22 AM My pen is my "dear friend also". I enjoy the ebb and flow of this one!

John Castellenas October 8, 2020 at 10:27 PM I liked the feel of the ancient writers in your words dear Angela. Sometimes hard to write and the pen is waiting for us to think and to create. A amazing poem. Angela Crabtree October 9, 2020 at 9:39 AM Thank you, John. Sometimes my mind goes blank and I have to take a step back to gather my thoughts. :)

Regina Mcintosh October 7, 2020 at 7:31 AM Intriguing... God bless you and your pen :) Happy writing Angela Crabtree October 7, 2020 at 8:05 AM Thank you, Regina. :)

Vijay Pandit October 7, 2020 at 5:07 AM Your pen is working hard, Angela. You find inspiration everywhere, like a genuine poet. Angela Crabtree October 7, 2020 at 8:05 AM Thank you, Vijay. :)

Victor Buhagiar October 6, 2020 at 10:31 PM Better get another one: but then there would not be this poem. ~~ Angela Crabtree October 7, 2020 at 8:06 AM ;)