10 @ 10: Pens

I’m doing this to keep my poetry writing sharp. Here’s how it goes:

10 mins on the clock

Pick an object

Write

Oh yeah @10pm…

Object: Pens

So we’re here again

Cramped in the glass confines of unarticulated thoughts

We brush against each other

Feel the ridges of the lid of our neighbour

The cracked spine of plastic from the body of another

Who will be chosen today

Who will be the weapon of choice

The vehicle of ink ladened expectations

She chose black today

Expected

Predictable

Pink looks on and wonders why he was even purchased

If his worth will be wielded into words

If he would feel the hug of flesh around his body

Blue looks on

Knows her time will come

She will soon sing a new song

Soon croon of new worlds across the papyrus pages

Soon map out dreams so cognisant they have no choice but to manifest

So here we are again

A company of wounded souls

Gathered in this glass goblet

Waiting

Staring

Stationery fiends and addict quenchers alike

We brush against each other

Feel the ridges of the lid of our neighbour

The cracked spine of plastic from the body of another

We repeat words

We struggle fo synonyms and settle for the simplicity of silence

So here we are again

Stationery fiends and addict quenchers alike

We brush against each other

Feel the ridges of the lid of our neighbour

The cracked spine of plastic from the body of another

Awaiting the stories we will tell

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