Thursday, February 13, 2014

Crickets Beneath My Pen

College ruled lines on the paper
Clean, crisp and fresh
Waiting patiently—excitedly
For the flow of fresh ink

With a sweeping motion
The writer's hand with right posture
Dances the pen to paper
Waiting for the music to begin
Only to find stillness
Beneath it are crickets


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