The Pen
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Lonely I wait, your touch, your thoughts.
Immense; the force of your inspiration.
Historical moments. You often brought
a tight grasp of your imagination.
An instrument so filled with new ideas,
Beautiful, exotic, and handy tool.
I will absorb all your deep inner fears
Allowing creativity to ooze.
Awaiting the command from your fingers
While from my mouth flows liquid to paper,
In books, on anything that will linger.
The flow of your spirit through mine in caper.
Are you worried about what you may see?
Let us write a line, poem, or story.
Immense; the force of your inspiration.
Historical moments. You often brought
a tight grasp of your imagination.
An instrument so filled with new ideas,
Beautiful, exotic, and handy tool.
I will absorb all your deep inner fears
Allowing creativity to ooze.
Awaiting the command from your fingers
While from my mouth flows liquid to paper,
In books, on anything that will linger.
The flow of your spirit through mine in caper.
Are you worried about what you may see?
Let us write a line, poem, or story.
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There can never be a more splendid and enticingly elusive use of a simple pen to present creative imagination in sensual terms and imagery. By double inversion, it is the pen speaking, but through the poet herself as "the flow of your spirit through mine." The process of imaginative productivity is heavy with naughty suggestions and innuendo. So purely feminine. A man could never write like this. The concluding couplet like two liner ending leaves a final lingering invitation. Now I know why Muses in Greek and Roman literature are women.
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