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My Pencil

I sit here with chin in hand
My pencil poised on paper
My mind is buzzing

Words tumble and fall
In all areas of my brain
They fight for a place up front

A bouillabaisse of letters and words
Searching for significance
Demanding to convey a sentiment, a thought

With eyes closed
Ideas form more quickly 
My pencil is ready

My fingers grip tightly 
Eager to record each expression
One word, two, a phrase springs to life

Words flow as a poem begins
The page fills quickly
My pencil is content at last.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/8/2016 12:03:00 PM

Thanks for the lovely message

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/4/2016 12:58:00 PM

Hi, Kristie,,, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Kristie Raburn
Date: 3/8/2016 9:37:00 AM

Thank you for your kind welcome. I truly appreciate your time and words.