Pen Chants

The pen peeks into the darkness
whispers a gentle "come hither"
release me from dormant bondage
lift up the dreams of idle wings

guide me through the joys of living
hold me amidst life's cold despair
share with me the swirling snowflakes
walk with me through spring's cool rains

comfort me amid summer's warmth
dance with me in fall's fulfillment
roll my thinly veiled excitement
across the naked waiting page

follow me and I will lead you
through the darkness to the light
I will be your sword and buckler
if you will pick me up and write

John G. Lawless
11/28/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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December 1, 2020 at 3:04 PM
Hello John Lawless, the pen and the muse are the ones that create the poetry. That create the words on the page. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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