Poem #31: February 5th, 2010

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The Pen

Sitting, blank page before you,

Thinking, waiting.

Tap, tap! Hitting the pen against the paper.

Suddenly, you sit bolt upright,

An inspiration.

Click! The tip flies out,

And presses down on the white space between two lines.

A blue liquid begins to spill out.

It spills out into phrases, lines,

Sentences that would not come to mind before,

But finally have.

This amazing device helps create works of art,

Writings, stories, essays, poetry, even songs.

The blue flies down the page and,

Click!

It's done.

The thought has been turned into something for all to read.

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