Poetry Blog by trixtex (writing)
when my pencil hits the paper
when my pencil hits the paper
and my brain begins to race,
my hand cannot keep up
with the unruly pace.
my scribbles become springs
bouncing up and down the page
with an energy quite erratic,
full of angst, or joy, or rage.
I submit myself to thee,
oh Goddess of the pen!
I beg for illumination,
for the power to go within
to unearth the sticky...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 5:28 am
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