the night grows curious
as soon as she lights the lamp
she moves the chair in place
with a groan and a screech
it obliges
she picks up the pen
the ink resists the flow
refuses to let go
a violent jerk forces it to action
half-hearted,
the pen gives into submission
but only to run blank on paper
leaving madĀ invisible scribbles
it breaks its heart
to see her yet hurting
words witness to her tears
she speaks to no one
but the pen knows all too well
it is her secret-keeper
her shoulder to cry on
how it hates
hates to have to ink
that one name
that’s left her broken
detests having to write
his story again and again
she is writing no more
drained she is
but the pen goes on
dripping venom
venting
trying to get rid
of its own
helpless plight
before the end of the night
~~~~~
Asha Seth
Asha, I love the words alive in your poem! There is an amazing beauty comes to life, touching my spirit, my soul! Simply beautiful! Your words are always embraced because of their living value! Hugs and blessings my sister!
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Thank you very much, dear friend. I am most happy to receive such warm sentiments from you. Hope you’ve been well. š
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Wonderful work with words
The pen is her heart
The feeling is the ink
Choked up and dried ink
So intense and dark
The pen gives up disposing the ink
Still she moves the pen on paper
Feelings are so intense
To be etched on paper
only scratches are seen
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Nice.
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Nice one
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Thank you!
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A very poignant write!
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Thank you indeed for stopping by. TMQ wishes you a happy new year, in advance. š
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I love the way the pen as well as the girl are sharing same story in bit and pieces. Beautiful š
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Nice observation!
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Thanks š loved your poemā„ļø
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I am happy to know. Thank you. I loved composing it.
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Beautiful. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch much. I’ve had a lot going on. I hope to visit you again soon and read your beautiful pieces. Best wishes for a beautiful weekend!!
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How’ve you been now, Kath? I sure have missed you a lot.
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Iām doing well. Now that itās summer time I will have more time to relax. Iām still sorting through stuff, but now that Iām not working during the week Iāll have more free time for stuff like writing blogging, and so on. Aww Iāve missed you as well. Hope you are doing well.
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An amazing quilt of beautiful sorrow. Loved your writing style. All good wishes.
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Thanks, Yusuf. That means a lot.
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Yes, I loved this one, too!
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Love this, the beginning was such a visual evocation of that preparing to night write and I loved it. After that you create such an intensely emotional and dark poem, it is as beautiful and it is Gothic in its intensity. Bravo!
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Thanks, J. š
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Very well written.
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Thanks, Vijay.
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Such a lovely view pointā¦wonderfully crafted
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Thank you, Adi.
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This hits right in the feels. Sometimes we are reluctant to vent out because it keep on devouring your soul while being so emotionally drained that each key press is a burden.
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Right you are! And at times, we are writing even after the feeling’s long left us.
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wonderfully poignant from an interesting viewpoint!
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It is, isn’t it? Marsh š
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Asha, you are one talented blogger and I am happy that I am a keen follower. Look forward to more from you š
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Thanks, Kurian. Always happy to write more. š
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Thank you so much. I am very happy to read them
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