David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,373 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

The Pen - Poem by David Lewis Paget

‘All curses on this pen, ’
I see you think,
This dark intruder that demands
Its pint of ink;
It leaves harsh trails and seeks to
Imitate the past,
Though never moves,
But leads the eye toward the glass.

For as the trail goes out
From birth to death,
A black unbroken scrawl
To steal the breath,
It steals the art
Of conversation’s better side
While you look on
Like some poor, jilted bride,
Who has the well
(If I but had the ink) ,
And dips me well
When I do cease to think.

22 March 1982

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008

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