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Ode to Pens

March 25, 2014
By MalaikaJ GOLD, Cloquet, Minnesota
MalaikaJ GOLD, Cloquet, Minnesota
19 articles 2 photos 127 comments

Favorite Quote:
I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener


What magic can come forth, from your shiny black casing.
I love to see you work: writing, swirling and tracing.
You make something beautiful, where once it was blank,
Traipsing across the page with immense swank.
Your ebony ink contrasts with the shining white.
The gentle strokes you create are a lovely sight.
Your words evoke great emotions: joyful or sad,
Petrified, infatuated, amazed, amused, and even mad.
You tell wonderful stories, tales never before heard;
They can be realistic, but some are quite absurd.
I love the way you piece things together,
Making sense and tying them as if with a tether.
You are the only potion that can keep someone young forever;
Whether they are charming, disgusting, stupid, or clever.
You are the outlet for my many thoughts.
Some may see your work as simply lines and dots,
But I can see the magic.


The author's comments:
I love to write. And the fact that I love to write is seen in my writing. I cannot even write without writing about writing.

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MalaikaJ GOLD said...
on Oct. 29 2014 at 10:08 am
MalaikaJ GOLD, Cloquet, Minnesota
19 articles 2 photos 127 comments

Favorite Quote:
I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener

Thank you so much!!! Yes, it's amazing how powerful these black lines are. Thank you for the positive feedback!

on Oct. 28 2014 at 10:24 am
Extraterrestrial SILVER, Singapore, Other
9 articles 4 photos 66 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Do what I do. Hold tight and pretend it's a plan!"

How do you not have any comments? This is perfection. The diction, rhythm, rhyme... gosh, I love rhyme. You've managed to put into words the joy one feels by drawing lines on the paper -- something so simple, yet so hard to put into words, and you've done it. Everything in this poem is so true, so relatable... isn't it odd how just a series of lines can combine into the most beautiful things? How they make us feel? This is magic.