Dear Pen by Mary Ellen SmithDear Pen,
on draft you linger high above a paper moat.
and coax the words out blindly
without a clue to what is wrote.
To you, Paper,
to please the eye you take the ink
translating the translucent
things I think.
To the reader,
perhaps the ear would hear it best
but tis the heart I seek to bless
what's in my pen comes from the breast. 01/05/2005
Posted on 01/05/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
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