But that this impotent pen clasped within my lame fingers
Could rise to the challenge once more.

Sharpening my mind, drawing my metaphors
Ready for the battle of wits.

But that my ideas could flow, cascading

As clear water from its source instead of
As of late, cold porridge oozing through a mangle

But that my humble words would meet others
as in some cosmic meeting of minds

To form lines. Onwards, ever onwards,
stretching their puny limbs towards heaven

In some celestial explosion to form into sublime stanzas
of note, of worthy and noble blood,

To withstand the tests of time.
Such that in one thousand years

Others may look upon these words and say
'By' eck that girl could pen a line'

Poetry by blondeoverblue
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Written on 2005-07-26 at 01:20

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well, i doubt you need a thousand years to receive this statement 'cause damn girl ;) you sure know how to pen them lines, you know hehe :) and with style that sticks out and makes a lasting impression on me... sincerely well done! thanks for sharing your talent... im a pleased reader this morning :)


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laughing at the ending - such noble words gliding us down the poem, then bam, by eck :D