Lines provided to me
On sheet white skin
To inscribe words upon.
Let me dispose my
Thoughts at my will.
Let me scribble, scratch
Or possible erase them;
But you may keep
The ones you like.
I hope my pen
Is as kind to
You as you are
To my general well-being.
You deserve a life
Of decent words passionately
Filling your body with
Their grace. But do
Not let them possess
You or overcome you.
For your beauty and
Potential are of one
That deserves to be
Shared with the world.
seems like many of us are a little nostalgic to pen and paper in the blogosphere…
Beautiful*
I wrote a few poems of the quality and fidelity of the paper and I love reading someone else’s and see how rich and diverse we all are as people.
It is beautifully written, well done!
Lovely little ode. I do still love paper and a fabulous pen!
Good one!!