PEN'S LAMENT

PEN'S LAMENT

A Poem by FlawedByDesign

PEN'S LAMENT

Words from my heart
will come through
my fingers, and bleed
ink onto the pen
striking the paper.
I will murder the alphabet
and stitch the letters into
cadaverous creations
worthy of you...
my sorrow's nightingale.


And when the ink has bled
its last, letters buried
beneath my weary eyes,
I will long to hear
your melody grave.
The sweet sound
of solitude on a string,
hung on plumes
of your darkened wings...
my sorrow's nightingale.

© 2011 FlawedByDesign


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Beautifully expressed and nicely penned. Great job

Posted 5 Years Ago


So emotionally involving! I felt like the words were speaking of something I experienced. It is very important to me when I can completely immerse myself in someone else's writing...Beautiful :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Awesome read, thanks :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Good poem,loved the line..solitude on a string.It may be that your multi-linguistic background gives you the ability to produce interesting poetry.Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Beautiful imagery in this poem

Posted 7 Years Ago


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lovely images as the bleeding pen inks your pages with inspiration!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Hey Ivan, glad to see you're still here and still writing amazing poetry. We have all had these moments when our own psyche leaks onto the page, bleeding into the paper. You at least have something beautiful to give you hope in these dark times. Thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Words will cut like a knife from this poet's pen.......this is excellent

Posted 8 Years Ago



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FlawedByDesign
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Stratford, Ontario, Canada



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The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..

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