A Pen Poem by Tharuna Devchand

A Pen



A pen.
My pen.
It glides along along along along
Seemingly endless
Superceding every full stop
Never pausing at a comma
Until halfway on line 29 of page 158
In the middle of the word 'dispossessed'
It stops.

And there lying on the floor
Just a pen discarded and replaced.
A pen
Once mine

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hebert Logerie Sr. 07 October 2009

I like this; this is a beautiful poem!

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Tharuna Devchand

Tharuna Devchand

South Africa
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