Quill Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez
Quill
A soldier,
An eagle feather.
Using the enemy's blood as ink,
He writes of war.
A mother,
A hen's feather.
Using sweet, pink ink.
She writes of love.
A mourner,
A raven's feather.
Black, despairing ink.
He writes of death.
A beauty,
A peacock's feather.
Shimmering, dazzling ink.
She writes of this repulsive world.
Myself.
A poetic blue phoenix.
We write with dreams,
Dipped in imagination.
And create a better world.
-SOH
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4/26/2024 10:39:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful, beautiful, NO, gorgeous poem, Sana! It is suffused with the tenderest feelings for each person's reason to write, your compassion for each one of them is so wonderful. Your command of compressed language, symbols, colors, amazing images is remarkable, And you still had a fountain of inspiration left. when you wrote about your own writing experience - AND WE CREATE A BETTER WORLD is absolutely the best closing line! ! I LOVE THIS POEM BOTH FOR ITS MESSAGE AND ITS CRAFT. I'm keeping this poem!