O, thou who once soared lofty skies,
and then was cast to earth-
come, be the messenger of my lines
of laughter, death, and birth.
Once used to wheel at dizzying heights
come, share with men your avian delights,
with nib and ink and paper thus.
The papyrus scourge, you do diverge
your thoughts of skies and dust.
You are no longer slick and preened,
but black and sharpened, as it seems.
Your feathery tongue is light and gay,
as through the ink you wend your way.
That which once soared across the skies,
now upon my paper flies,
Migrating south, as apt to do,
But moving west to eastward, too.
And then, up north you set your sights,
and mark a new leaf with your flights.
You sing of summer, winter fall
but of the spring the most of all.
You aren't alive, inanimate,
and yet- the tone of pieces set.
Perhaps the memories now asleep
allow for pondering long and deep.
And while, to dreamy heights you soar,
your thoughts on parchment thus record.
Perhaps you came from such a bird
could read and write the spoken word:
such flowered terms I've never seen;
the writing clear, the rhyming keen
have yet to come from my mean hand,
while your verse alone can stand.
Everyone asks, who inspires your hand?
My quill pen,
fellow poet.
Author notes
I've never actually owned a quill pen...I've often imagined if the pen wrote this or the author upon the pen's "demise"...
Looking back at all the poems I have written, I ahve to admit that I believe this is one of my ultimate best. The rhyme and meter are pretty consistent, and the ideas are fascinating. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Written September 22nd, 2006
A contest entry
- Poet Laureate of all AP for the year 2007 Contest # 87 at The Winkler by Andantino.
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This poem is awesome! I never thought that someting as simple as a quill pen could be the object of such a beautifully written poem. I am so adding you to my favorites!
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This is an interesting poem and you have used some beautiful imagery in it. I loved reading it, but am unsure of if you can commit to this contest as you have entered multiple contests with this poem.
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thank you for entering this beautiful poem, it really compliments your quill. good luck in the contest
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Nicely Written
This makes me smile. You have a wonderful way with words, this isn't about anything extraordinary, it's about a quill pen... I love it! And, you have a wonderful use of rhyme. -
I think it's good
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uhhhhh... I don't know what to make of this poem... it almost sounds too... cliche. anyway, thanks for entering and good luck!
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Good poem, thanks for entering.
Good luck. -
Hmm...intriguing.
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Excellent
This is very nicely and intelligently written. A gem in the AP mines. It has a very nice flow through out with good wording. I thought the finish was very effective. Keep writing. -
Keep this for the generations.
This is one of the best poems that I have read in hours. I loved it. It reminds me of the opening bit of Jalaluddin Rumi's Mathnavi. where he says "come here the voice of the reed, how it sings a song of seperation, saying 'ever since I was severed from my reed bed, my lament has caused man and woman to moan'"-- the reed being his pen, and the comparison of the sound a reed makes in the wind, with the song he is writing-- an odessy-dwarfing Persian long poem, in his case. So I appreciated the similarity between the singing bird and the pen as a speaking character, very totemic and old-timey, something your ancestors would be proud of, something your descendants ages hence might be proud of. If your family keeps this poem for generations, the great grandchildren's great grandchildren will say "this was written by one of ours, back in the twenty-first century, when people still wrote with feathers and ink". Good job also on the versification, it was expertly done. -
Woah, thats quite something indeed. Heh the title pratically screams "read me" in my view. Its a fantastic peice of work alleycat13, faboulous. The fact that it came with such excellent, I mean EXCELLENT flow, and the rhyming and wording using is spot-on.
Plus the concept is unique, never read any of this kind, its great.
I shall add you to my favourites to see any more of the fab work.
Cheers,
Khalid -
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TALENT!!! I am truly floored by your language and purely inspired message!!!! YES!!!!!! Cat this is fantastic!! You will be famous!!
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