Explosions In The Pen

poem about writing

Poem

 

Bring me salvation in the pen.
In well wishes scribbled out
On the back of leftover napkins.
Watch the ink blot out
Radiant explosions.
The letters may never say
What we hoped.
Honest, scathing, unblemished
By desires for a reaction.
These written words
The dripping of my veins.
My way of getting over her,
My showering of family with love,
My confrontation of demons
Buried beneath the edges of my skin.
My indulgence of my beautiful strange.
My personal playland of whimsy.
They are me boiled down to the explosion of a pen.
May these words let love abound.

 

more by JENNER PAULSON

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