To dance in the shadows
where the current hums.
Dancing to watch the fire rise
in a pen whose words are not mine.
Yet I write…….
And with each stroke
the page is lava.
The page is a stranger
I will never touch.
But still I write…….
The pen finds curves
I will brush
Yet never travel on
But still I write…..
Words flow via heavy pulses
building from hidden wants
I don’t know
But still I write……
And when the page is full,
there is a sigh.
These are not my words.
But what a ride
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Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write my friend. Sometimes all you can do is enjoy the ride when it comes to writing. I can relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian! Happy Friday to you!
This is good Brandon. I love seeing how people write about the pen and paper experience.
I appreciate that! How many times have any of us sit and looked at something we wrote and were gobsmacked wondering where it came from?
I love the repetition of “I write” in this. It highlights each of the longing thoughts perfectly. Much enjoyed!
Thank you 🙂
Sometimes it flows and sometimes it’s a struggle.
I appreciate the honesty in this!
Enjoyed the read.
Thank you! 🙂