Madison Alan-Lee Poet Lyric

Part One

I pull down my worn thesaurus, turn the notebook to an empty, curious page

click and unclick my pen
5 or 6 times
as if to click some inspiration into my searching, wandering brain

some days I grow frustrated with
my inability to coherently express

some days I grow content with
the effortless ebb and flow of words

at times, the paper is my ally and friend

at others, it is my enemy, taunting me with dangling strings of eloquence
and just when my hopeful fingertips brush the ends, they are quickly snatched back

I revel in the freedom, the liberty, yet I am also imprisoned within the lines, trapped
into the ink, and woven into the paper

a prisoner with absolutely no desire to escape

I believe the ending of a piece of writing to be the most important part; the last thing
the reader sees

it must be powerful, thought-provoking, insightful

one must never ever leave it
unfinished, and incomplete

		it would not be right to just….



								
	trail off

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L'Nass Shango June 1, 2009 at 3:10 PM revel in the freedom, the liberty, yet I am also imprisoned within the lines, trapped into the ink, and woven into the paper ... sometimes must be extra sweet there, for I visit you there again and again. One love