The book lay before me
As some sort of inspiration
The candle flame flickers
Sending light across the empty heart
And then taking it away just as quick
I've a pen in my hand
But nothing to say
To the God who claimed to be there for me
I write
Because I can
Because I'm trying to sort things out
I'm trying to sort out my life
So I take that pen across the empty heart
I write by feel
Because the candle has gone out
And left me in darkness
The words drifting across my heart
Glow with the ink of the pen I use
I use
The pen of the soul
Author notes
I don't think it flowed that well, but hey, I'm trying and this is how my soul and mind brought the two themes together. Hope you like.
DawnOfLove
A contest entry
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600 points, ended June 7, 2007, 17 entries
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the most incredible gift of writing poetry is sorting out our lives in the action it takes to write and rewrite, edit and collect....well done.
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