pensive pen

The tip of the nib hovered on the paper for a long time

leaning fixated in between my fingers.

seconds were swept

minutes got walloped

hours vanished quickly and

days passed away playing dusk and dawn jauntily

myriad words scrolled in my mind, but none

got filtered through the thick viscosity of ink

to take and form into a shapely line

Brain got distracted

thoughts took adrift but

the heart remained focused

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- i like the way this poem unravelled... i travelled with the narrator's train of thought as i read and imagined the scene being described... and i didn't quite know what the closing lines would say... i was quite surprised because this was a slightly different take on the role of the brain and the role of the heart... it was unconventional... and i happen to agree with the idea of the heart being focused and the brain being distracted... -- very interesting work...