"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, February 5, 2011

My Pen Grows Tired

Fingers you are silent.
Inspiration left without
a goodbye
taking poetry from me.
My pen grows tired
from the scribbles
that have a beginning
but no end.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2011


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