Seasons have passed and I wrote many things.
I’ve expressed and narrated my stories.
I never wasted my papers and ink.
Looking at my pages, you can prove it.
Now as I was trying to write something
The pen that that I’m using broke suddenly
Tears and words could not explain the moment
Now I shout, “Be restored my broken pen”.
O my pen, why have you done this to me?
Please let me write again wonderful things.
My hands became so confused when you broke.
I’m like an artist with nothing to stroke.
The ink and the next pages are ready.
Be revived and don’t keep me on waiting.
There are many things that should be written.
There are things the world should know and possess.
Be repaired and be the way you should be.
Fulfill your purpose and your destiny.
Now I cry, “Be restored my broken pen”.
With the ink, give the papers good contents.
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Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz
(January 30,2010; Marikina City)
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Your pen is broken but never broken good theme the power of the poem+++10 regards
the poem tells all about your desire in writing...i appreciate the interest you keep up nicely...good work...thanks...10
it`s being read with one breathe, just like breathing. thx for sharing this lovely piece
Dela: First may I thank you for your comments on my poems. This one I too have read. The title intrigued me and I was not disappointed. Writers block, perhaps? Adeline
The pen can be restored by the heart strong enough to bring out the words lost. A wonderful piece.
Very well written with a good music of writing. Nice
When writing is deep in your soul, nothing will stop that, not a broken pen, nothing. Great message, Obed. Hugs, Marilyn
pens come and go but the poet's quest to write remains forever and ever.. 10+++ certainly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice relatonship with Pen/ Restore your Pen Obed! ! ! let your Pen writes more than rever, let it writes about yesterday, now, tomorrow and forever... let it writes about Memories, Truth, Love and Peace that Pen is the well of Ink restore it and think, think about the life and its color Black or Pink... ThanksForSharing /