Pen, tell me a story
Give, a historic inventory
Of writing, in all your glory
… As chalk, I was easily erased. Graphite
Effortlessly removed without a trace
Tortured by frequent dreams
Of finding a permanent place
With my owner just as brave
Could I be on a freedom wave
Weaving words in ink
My favourite colour is pink
Then the whiteout era came —
Rendering me mute, again
Gracefully etched
In broken glass
Thankfully, that was the past
When asked
Where I would go with you
Through any fire … To Heaven
Hell and back too
With active mental engagement
And intentional awareness
We march forward … digitally
I speak freely. Traverse willingly
While ducking algorithms like Houdini
This poem is the fourth in a series. I wrote Write and Word in 2024, and Poetic Procrastination earlier this year.
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