Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

I'M Thinking - Poem by Ernestine Northover

The pen is gripped between my fingers.
The tension grows, an idea lingers,
And yet somehow it’s stuck.
I’m thinking, ‘just my luck’!

The pen is starting to want to play,
Upon the paper, and have its say.
And yet there’s no feedback.
I’m thinking, ‘I’m off track’!

The pen is tapping away frustrated,
The owner’s now infuriated.
And yet one shall still strive.
I’m thinking, ‘it must arrive’!

The pen is gyrating all about,
There’s something definite coming out.
And yet, a nervous time.
I’m thinking, ‘will it rhyme? ’,

The pen is slowing, and it will stop.
It’s done its writing and needs to flop.
And yet, this work of art,
I’m thinking, ‘is from the heart’!

The pen has finished its job and rests.
It has done well, its achieved its best.
And yet, it will do more,
I’m thinking. ‘That’s for sure’!

The pen - has run out of ink.

I think!

Comments about I'M Thinking by Ernestine Northover

  • Andrew Blakemore (5/14/2008 3:56:00 PM)

    I've been there so many times Ernestine and you certainly bring out the frustration in your poem. Well done. Love Andrew x (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Dorn (11/13/2007 10:41:00 AM)

    But, somehow you never seem to run out of great ideas! This is one I think we can all relate to (I know I can) . Keep 'Thinking, ' Ernestine! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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