Poised,
Ready to strike.
Sword raised,
Pencil raised,
Ready to strike
At the enemy
With raised
Sword,
With raised
Pencil.
A sweeping motion,
The enemy blocks.
What next?
Write,
Block.
Write,
Block.
Write.
The room fills
With loud sounds
Of clanging swords
And rustling papers.
Poised.
Comments
thanks!
I wrote this as I was working on a descriptive speech about writing. I was going to use it in my speech, but it would have made my speech too long and my speech teacher is very particular about the timing of our speeches. I liked it though, so I thought I'd share. I'm glad you liked it! :)
See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper
I really enjoyed this. I also
I really enjoyed this. I also love your "About Me" page. You are so right!
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
A pen is a sword is a pen. :)
A pen is a sword is a pen. :) I really like your poetry.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief