This Pen...

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: July 20, 2019

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This Pen...

 

It’s laying there on the table

beside me,

and I can feel it

beckoning,

taunting

in it’s ‘pick me up and write’

kind of way.

My fingers itch

but my mind stays

uninspired.

I pick it up, tap it on the paper,

put it down,

with nothing more

than tiny marks

to show.

I’m going to have to get up,

brew some coffee,

trawl my mind --

there must be something

somewhere.

And there it is, that pen,

writing away

all on its own,

and hey, it’s great!

Isn’t it?

And yet, if it is going to do it all

does that not

make me

redundant?


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