to paint
with only a scratchy pen
to leak thoughts
in a dark musty corner
to forget, and to remember
to know, and to question
i can capture
his fleeting smile, the cold rain
her blue Mondays, dull mornings
a photographer
a painter
a dust particle hanging,
suspended.
and i am your dream, your words
with this simple scratchy pen.
A contest entry
- two years of writing by Namita.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The images that come to mind reading this are very vivid to me. I like the metaphoric quality of the piece and find it to be very well done. The closing lines I do believe are perfect for this. Bravo!

