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No rhyme, no meter. Just random thoughts.
If we're all honest, wouldn't we prefer to deal with confrontations with the pen rather than face to face? I know I would! A matter of personal choice of course, but I hate being "barrelled" by someone and reacting with shifting feet and "um's" and "sorry's". Then thinking about it later and wishing I'd said such-n-such... [150 words]
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The Power Of The Pen Chris E Ivins
I cannot talk to you now While you're standing in my hall My eyes remain downcast I simply will not look at you
I'm fearful of what you'll see If I directly meet your gaze So afraid am I of what you may find If I allow you to delve too deeply
My expressions are my property My discomfiture personally owned My feelings and sensitivities I protect and nurture privately
Don't ask me to reveal Those things I hold in secret Don't dare demand of me a thing That I am incapable of handing over
I beg you, please. give me a moment To collect my winsome thoughts This sudden and unplanned interview Has shaken me to the core
Can you leave me now in peace So I can reinvent myself? Some time to arrange my persona And render myself acceptable
Ah, here's another thought I’ll release it to the winds How would it be if I answered you In a way I'm familiar with?
Concealed behind The protective guardianship Of my parchment And my pen
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