Pencil And Paper Poem by Coco Albin
Pencil And Paper
The pressure to do it right….
The pencil shivers in my moist palm….
The bare paper laughs at me….
I strive to do it right….
And the words finally emerge….
I scribble them down as if I have moments to live….
The paper pleads for me to stop….
But I can’t, I just can’t stop….
Here it is!
My scribbles have become prose.
By: Nahla
Nice work - I especially like the line: 'I scribble them down as if I have moments to live'. I wish I had thought of that (smiling) . Warmest regards, CJ
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:55:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You really capture the creative passion. I enjoyed this. Thanks, L&T