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Swiftly moving graphite grey
Quickly loosing its point to smooth
Blunt tool laying sharp words
Sharper than axe splitting things in two

Words, Pencil, Pen, Paper..

Thoughts

Power at your hand; encircled.
A surgence onto paper; exhausting.

Spent... (Phew!)




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  • Wolf Mistress silver member
    September 13, 2007

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    I always knew I had some power in me and now I just read it in your poem...It's my pencil and paper...I think I need to use it some day soon...sharpen my pencil first to see if that might help

    I loved the wordsplay here to express the feelings from a true writer
    I am sure your pencil is ready to use it

    Lovely,
    XXJeannette


    • fathom me
      September 20, 2007

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      Thankies J.. I think all our powerful little pencils to paper are ready.. Keep writing


  • arnica karuna
    September 13, 2007

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    wow.. this is a lovely write.. very enlightening too.. how many of us can ponder over such a theme? very fresh...i m impressed by ur write. thanks for sharing. Keep writing, cuz the pen is mightier than the sword.
    my fave:
    "Power at your hand; encircled.
    A surgence onto paper; exhausting"

    • fathom me
      September 20, 2007
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      Hey, thank you M'am for your very kind comment..


  • DarkWarrior
    September 12, 2007
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    well... it sounded better when you read it out to me... lol... kiddin... its great...

    • fathom me
      September 13, 2007
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      Just a fun spill out thingy that just spilled out lol

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