i see a pattern. high and low.


an elegy of sorts.

my pen went dead
so i made a make-shift
funeral.

then i got a new one.



Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-01-06 at 00:38

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kladdpapper
busstops they're full of inspiration I promise : )
but sometimes you just have to take a pause and then puff the pen will fill up with ink all on it's own.
sara.
2007-01-13


Arti
My pen went dead, and my muse took to the wilderness for forty days (which apparently arent over yet...)

I gave my tears a make-shift funeral, along with a few broken pieces of my heart that wouldn't go in anymore. Sorry to be a wet blanket, but its just me hurting really bad right now.
2007-01-06


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
May be you can send some to me...
mine are always dying at the worst time.

Bookmarked

liz
2007-01-06


Kathy Lockhart
good for you! You are one smart Z! This is clever and wise. Love it MSZ.
2007-01-06


betsy Firefly
Neat little poem for a writer!
Great title that says it all!
2007-01-06