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Beyond the Pen
If the ink were to dry
letters set for all time
and nobody saw the act
would it matter after all?
this audience of one
no more at day’s end
scribe and reader alternate
as the same experience
a separation of roles
blurred to one from the start
when nothing matters more
than transcribing from the heart
heights and depths are the same
invocations of the mundane
as the saint and sinner seek their own
in the form of sanity
the ink will remain at the end
silent witness to the dismay
shreds of joy mixed with
the stains that pass for life
now this drop stands alone
asking nothing from itself
except to know the relevance
of existence beyond the pen.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190325.
letters set for all time
and nobody saw the act
would it matter after all?
this audience of one
no more at day’s end
scribe and reader alternate
as the same experience
a separation of roles
blurred to one from the start
when nothing matters more
than transcribing from the heart
heights and depths are the same
invocations of the mundane
as the saint and sinner seek their own
in the form of sanity
the ink will remain at the end
silent witness to the dismay
shreds of joy mixed with
the stains that pass for life
now this drop stands alone
asking nothing from itself
except to know the relevance
of existence beyond the pen.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190325.
Published 25th Mar 2019
| Edited 26th Mar 2019
Author's Note
The poem “Beyond the Pen” was inspired by the sometimes solitary pursuit of poetry. A few people have laudable exposure through social media or printed publications. The majority of poets are both unpublished and unseen. They seek something through their craft, even as that goal is not served by the public eye.
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30th Mar 2019 5:23am
I agree with your statement about the majority poets are unseen and unplished. With that being said I adore this poem you wrote beautifully.
