Why search for words, to form a journalistic prize,
as my thoughts are twisted by a fountain of disguise.
Feelings not portrayed, with the laying of pens ink;
the truth is found in my eyes, as they begin to sink.
Forget the floral writing, the prose and grammar too;
spelling and punctuation, festers like an old man’s brew.
Sinking ever deeply, drowning within the darkest ink,
my thoughts begin to stray….. I can no longer think.
When does this sinister pen, plan to take away my mind?
What drives this almighty force? Is it cruel or is it kind?
A plot starts to develop, I know not just how or where;
drags my conscious far away, to a place of deep despair.
Is it a sign? or a message, from deep within this navy pen?
Should I fight the process? No! .
Then let the games begin!
Resist lines of love & dreams, grandeur or heavenly deeds!
Not a word about setting suns, or our loving family please!
This is a strange but provoking story, I doubt created by me,
but by the power of a writing pen, evolves a literary mystery.
Is it the gifted mastery of ink, from within this pen I see?
spilt upon absorbing paper, whilst trying to be set free.
It was imprisoned at birth within a long plastic wall,
its blood started running, as I pressed upon its ball.
Finally free with ageless wisdom, and many stories to tell,
the passing of great knowledge, from deep within its well.
“I the great Pen am mightier than words!” it declares;
powerless to act, I watch on with long anxious stares.
What will it write? Could it cause me great pain?
Just the thought of its creed, will send me insane!
I start breathing much slower to recollect all my calm,
control is regained to my fingers and eventually my palm.
I must halt this madness; before it controls me once again;
igniting a writer’s scourge, farewell to this Dictatorial Pen.
Propelled away towards its death, immediately I must send;
before more blood is spilt today I commit it to its own end.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.