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Writing Everything
by Joe CramerSo often the pen flows
And so many more times not.
I forever wonder what
Will happen as the time goes
Onward, to the next day.
The proverbial pen moves
In its own grooves
On these blank pages
Saying nothing
Writing everything. 08/16/2009 Author's Note: ... my 52nd birthday musings.....
Posted on 08/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/16/09 at 01:37 PM Good write Joe. As long as the poem keeps moving it seems to me it must at least be trying to say something. That must be left to reader to decide as long as the pen keeps moving. |
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