The Writer's Pen

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I am the kind that waits
the wait without reply.

Catch me each time I fall
for far off do I fly.

Allow me to go adrift
and embrace my return-

your pen, my oracle;
so that in your breath and

in your sighs capture all
life's little miracles.

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— crypticbard, Mar 25, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows., I am because we are

Critiques

yenti

17 years 2 months ago

the poetry

I wrote a piece on your poem and pressed the wrong button, The message is long gone now but it wasn't that rotten, I wanted you to find a poet that wouldn't mind, Looking at your work you see, so that you would write more and free, your words are good but I cannot figure out why no-one puts a comment on your pieces, Yours Ian.T

Frederick Kesner

17 years 2 months ago

Thanks Ian

Your message has come at the right time. For a brief moment this past week I was ready to lay down the writer's quill, but yes... the reasons are now vague in my recollection. I believe, that after pressing the wrong button, your cache sometimes keeps (temporarily) what you have inputted into the text box and may cough it back up when you press the BACK button. It has worked for me about 90% of the time. Cheers.