the pen
pen,
an eye of the storm,
in the middle of chaos,
the smell of the ink,
the touch of the skin,
the look,
shades of identities
in the noisy crises
struggling to
write a horrid,
a borrowed story,
a silent traveller
bewildered in the crowd
of unspoken words
the device finally triumphs
to proclaim the squall
with a sound of a crack
not so sure about the last strophe primarily because of the use of crack twice maybe you need a synonym for the first crack as I don’t think you should replace the second.
well absolutely…how did this happen i wonder, despite going through it so many times…thank you
Yes, it is now working; and something in its inner tension I found satisfying
Thank you so much.
Not sure about the use of the words “horrid,” and “a borrowed story.” Otherwise the metaphor works well.
in a noisy crises all that I could think of was that