the window stands
by wind-clattering mirror
moments that never include paper
i lift brick pencil
with worn-out eraser
thinking of obstacles
busy street
still words
a simple face
settled with memories
in the city
poets stand
on street corners, tall
dreaming of undreamed magic
whilst pens take up the whole sidewalk
invisible they are
scribbling on mind’s written pavements
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
Wonderfully articulated. ‘mind’s written pavements’ ; ‘simple face settled with memories’ : my fave lines.
Thank you, MJ. I wrote it this morning. Hope you are well. M.A.
it’s very wonderful, i really like it!
Thanks very much! ๐
So sheer yet so solid. Thought provoking and moving. In other words I liked it ๐
I’m delighted that you liked it. Thank you, Janna.
You are quite welcome.
I like your poem.
Thanks. If my head didn’t hurt so much this morning, I’d write a poem about a migraine. Lol… Thanks for stopping by.
Ich on the migraine. I don’t get them but my wife does…so I kind of understand…from the outside.
Love this piece. Love the sibilance running through it.
As soon as I arrived at work, it disappeared. ๐
I like your poem, very nice!!
Thanks. ๐
Beautiful, a great poem
Thank you, Scott. ๐
Wow, you are too good.
Thank you. Just finished reading your inspired poem. Lovely.
The power of the imagination and the humble tool to give it life. Awesome ๐
Thanks very much. ๐
Superb writing as always – reading again and again…
Thanks for your kind words… on my way over to visit your page.
I really enjoyed your poem. I particularly liked
“while pens take up the whole sidewalk
invisible they are
scribbling on mindโs written pavements”
For me, it sort of perfectly described writing and how it becomes so important.
Thank you. It means a lot to me.
Great post,Thank you! for sharing it for us- Have nice day:With love maxima
Thanks. I just enjoyed my visit to your page.