i'm an aventurine-thought poet
an accidentally well-spoken writer
a slave to the pen
it knows what its doing
all i do is move it along
and wait to happen upon
sparkles of thoughts
clear amongst the murk
let the words be my guide
the one that abandons me at the crossroads
to be ravaged by the demons of truth & lies
and emerge, grinning
(changed?)
on the other side
Author notes
aventurine thought poet
aventurine: [French, from aventure, accident (so called because of its accidental discovery or the randomness of inclusions in it); see adventure.] (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/aventurine)
A contest entry
- I'm a dreamwine poet -- who are you? by DancingRed.
300 points, ended September 5, 2007, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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My pen has no idea what it's doing and continually writes utter nonsense, lol. Your pen is far more skilled.
But that's how it is...we wait for that spark to hit, to propel our words along. -
"a slave to the pen" -- ah, aren't we all? It's a beautiful sort of captivity you speak of though.
The imagery, especially towards the ending, is magnificent.
Thanks for penning this thought-provoking & poetic piece.
DancingRed. -
^_^ Nicely written! I really like it. And it makes sense!
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