A Glimpse of Starlight

April 6th, 2105 ~ Writer (A Haiku Collection)

Pen sits on paper,

fingers pause upon the keys.

Muse, descend on me.

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I can’t speak to you,

can’t spin beauty with my mouth,

so I write instead.

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My thoughts unwind from

the ball of inspiration—

oh no! There’s a knot!

Thoughts sing and eyes dart,

fingers fly and keys chatter—

writing is music.

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I have fought in wars,

touched the stars, created worlds,

all from this old chair.

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By writing only

do I notice the marbles

shining in the mud.

On keyboard I race,

but on paper I savor,

tasting life with pen.

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Life and death and love

and the course of many lives

have sprung from this pen.

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I feel deeper pain,

behold brighter light than most.

I am a writer.