The Pen Falls Silent.
The pen falls silent at
my touch, paper drifts
towards the floor,
and words, those windows
to the soul desert
this useless fool.
Reluctant lies the wastrel
pen, the paper left unloved.
And I just sit impotent yet,
an empty vessel stilled.
very good!
Thank you very much 🙂 Sue.
“Reluctant lies the wastrel
pen,” ! Excellent!
Supratik
Thank you very much Supratik, I rather like the word wastrel, it sounds rather old fashioned. 🙂 I’m very pleased you enjoyed it. sue.
Short, concise, but filled with all those sensations that writers experience (although someone once told me that you shouldn’t have ‘writer’s block’ – little do they know!) 🙂
Thank you griffonner, apologies for late reply.
Writer’s block..the gift that keeps on giving, and very annoying it is too. 🙂