“A pen tried to write the word LOVE and it broke”
Stretched thin in its desperation Like travelling at light speed the past and future pulled apart Lost in the space between .
There are no words for this There is nothing here… .
…and everything .
Both at once .
There are no words .
a pen tried to write the word HATE
and fell hopelessly in love
thus charmed it knew
that love and hate
complement in an open heart
and it overcame it’s fear
and was free to choose
to write a new
and more hopeful story
a pen tried to write a word.
the page remained blank
as the pen hovered.
thoughts floated like threads,
words were woven
into a tapestry of story.
and passed through the mind
through the heart
through the hand
and into the pen
flowing onto the paper
words of hate and love
phrases of sorrow and joy
of everything
of nothing
of life
A pen tried to write beauty
then paused . . .
monochromatic me?
straight sided and plastic . . .
what do I know of it?
half full of ink
a bic with a fine roller tip
yet here it is nonetheless
a pen with the word in it’s head
faultless in ability
yet better unwritten
straight, fine, half full
‘nough said.
half full
half empty
halfway in between
nowhere really
letting go of one life
hands free to reach out for another
groping in the dark
half full
half grown
feeling way too old for this shit
growing pains and grey hairs
does it ever get any easier?