Open Poetry #4 |
The Pen |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
"Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing..." Or words to that effect- How well I understand that wish When striving to perfect- The thoughts which all unbidden come And I would write them down- They come so easy to the tongue- It seems my pen is bound. I long to paint a picture- Of lonely desert land- And it as virginal today As from Creation's hand. Or tell the grace and symmetry Of some great mountain lion- Who makes a kill and carries back The bounty to it's scion. Depict the dreaminess of youth- When all the world is roses- Ere time and tragedy the truth Which comes with life, discloses.- Or paint a tapestry of love- Faithful and unyielding- Ever bearing precious fruit- And from all heartache shielding. The beauty of the golden rays Of summer's healing sun. Nobility of venered age- Whose race is nearly run. Ah, for a thousand tongues- but nay I'd rather have the pen- Which reads the mind, and delves the heart And write's what lies within. |
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Denise
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Wonderful! Your pen did just fine! Denise |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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amazing! |
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