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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May your pen be restored and to continue to spread beautiful words. Best Wishes.
Your pen may be broken Obed, but the heart of the poet will continue to bring the words even if written in the sand. Keep going brother poet, a very fine work of art by a young poet. Your friend Lynn
Poets sometimes face periods when they feel they don't have the same power to create. Sometimes it's exactly those moments that represent an even more abundant poetic inspiration in disguise!
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 very nice personification... keep writing :) thsnks for sharing.