Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Ode to a Ballpoint Pen (which has run out of ink)

You spoke for me

When speechless

Many times I could not say

My heartsong.

Your lithesome lines

Boldly went

Where I, pour soul,

Dared not.

Now you lay there

Silently spent—

So will I be.

Away with you

I will cast you out

And find another

More bold, more beautiful

Who will not be so faithless.

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