Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

My Pen -Words,Poet,Fame-

My pen glides across the page 
it isn't a blank canvas anymore, 
I let my mind wander with words 
it is me, I am writing for. 

I try not to let words slip away 
wouldn't be able to get them back, 
inside I know I am a poet 
but, it's fame, I truly lack. 

I know I'm not Shakespeare 
sometimes I wish I were, 
his poetry had flowed so freely 
I'm sure people would concur. 

My pen writes its own words 
it has a mind of its own, 
this canvas isn't blank anymore 
forever and always, my poetry has a home. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Dec.11/2013 

I think I just set my mind free with this write. I tried my best, not to let the writers block get in the way.

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Jan Allison March 28, 2015 at 3:04 PM I can relate to this Cynthia - will never be famous but oh boy what fun I have writing and even when my muse fails - I can write about that lol:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx Cynthia Jones April 6, 2015 at 6:09 PM (((JAN))) I hear ya there my friend. Whwn my muse fails, my writes suck. LOL Thank you so very much for stopping by to have a read, leave a comment and for the rating. I truly appreciate it. *S* Cynthia