I may not be as clear
as the blue water in a jug
but I still have an A-1...
I will love you once again
And it will always be the same . . .
Feeling weak but very satisfied,...
Two birds glide in a cool, cloudy sky.
One is white; the other, black,
But never mind: They don’t fight....
And so what now, dear heart?
The fire's gone, ended forever.
I don't remember...
My muse doesn’t appear anymore.
I crane my neck, night and day,
over the fence, over the shrubs,...
I once had a dame,
angel-like, with a milky skin,
blond hair, green eyes,...
9 COMMENTS
Sharmishtha Shenoy
November 11, 2016 - 02:07 Hmm - feeling a bit dense - what is the meaning of this poem?Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
November 11, 2016 - 10:41 As the title suggests, the speaker is desperately looking for a pen because his muse or inspiration comes :)Sharmishtha Shenoy
November 11, 2016 - 11:32 Ok :-)Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
November 11, 2016 - 11:54 Thanks.DavidBokolo
November 11, 2016 - 14:23 The pen is in your breast pocket. Pick it up and write the next word that comes into your mind.Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
November 11, 2016 - 23:48 Now I have it, but the muse is gone, ha, ha.M.D Khamil
November 11, 2016 - 14:31 I don't know why but when I see the title "Where's My Pen?" It reminds me to that weird song PPAP (Pen Pineapple Apple Pen). I'm literally crying right now. Lol.Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
November 11, 2016 - 23:48 he, he.yashitababy00
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