Her pen draws out invisible threads from her body, from her mind, from her soul
And etches them on white
Her pen is her sieve
Sifting through emotions, logic, the important, the trivial
Her pen is her judge of a memory, a disturbing thought, a liaison, a fear
Her pen takes it out of her and lays it down before her, showing pattern, giving meaning, allowing reason...and time
Her pen is her healer
Words written unclog her mind, organizes what's left, and allows for new memories
What the pen writes, she gets healed from
When the pen writes, she has peace
Lucky pen
The pen a mere symbol and vehicle that allows the inner self to be revealed as voices do songs, hands their sculptures, fingers their musical magic. The pen is your instrument to open eyes into your soul and mind to share with others the sensitivity so vital in the human condition of interpersonal relationships.
Her pen is such with magic to pour peace into her mind. It is an interesting piece.
a short but powerful... real magic of pen... thanx for nice poem :)))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
smart write. nicely titled.