The Sculptors Pen

The sculptor’s pen writes my pain Etched words flow in my veins I writhe inside- distorted I am controlled Not by what I want But by a vision Perceived Inside The Sculptors Mind Upon the Floor discarded Scattered Askew His Ideas Control What I do ©? Brenda V Northeast 13th January 2012

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Joe Maverick

Date: 1/15/2012 1:16:00 AM

I see the inspiration writes through you Brenda..! this is all to the "greater good" welcome aboard..)

Brenda Victoria Northeast
Date: 1/15/2012 2:29:00 AM

Thank you so much Joe and your kind welcome, Blessings to you, Bren : )

James Marshall Goff

Date: 1/14/2012 11:37:00 PM

Brenda....I can smell a flower that drifts between these lines (I'm serious) delightful! fragrant! jimbo

Brenda Victoria Northeast
Date: 1/15/2012 12:59:00 AM

oh James that is so, so sweet, thank you, blessings to you too, Brenda : )

Judy Ball

Date: 1/14/2012 6:21:00 AM

Hmmmm Lots of emotion here. "The sculptor's pen writes my pain." Guess it depends upon who the Sculptor is. I like to think the Sculptor is God slowly chipping away all the bad stuff to reveal the beauty inside. Nice piece here. Good imagery. God Bless, JB Nice to meet you Brenda. Please peek in again.

Brenda Victoria Northeast
Date: 1/14/2012 7:39:00 AM

You Too Judy I am so thrilled to meet so many nice people here, blessings, Bren It is funny where these thoughts come from, on reflection, I think it is like a writer writes the characters in their novels or whatever and some land on the floor screwed up to be later rewrites : )

Jim Pemberton

Date: 1/14/2012 6:09:00 AM

Very thoughtful and creative poem! Blessings to you!!!

Brenda Victoria Northeast
Date: 1/14/2012 7:35:00 AM

Thank you Jim : )