run quietly like a stray pen

she completes the poem,
LIFE, LOVE AND STUPIDITY
her ink-filled yawn
disguising a cross face
ah, solitude

by mary ann blinkhorn

4 thoughts on “run quietly like a stray pen

  1. alvason says:

    I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
    Albert Einstein

  2. Raani York says:

    Hmmmmm…. solitude – loneliness… I know it’s not supposed to be the same… but right now I feel like they get mixed up in my head.

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