Who Will Pick Up This Pen?
This pen …
Who will pick up this pen
when I have laid it down for all eternity
and who might speak for my heart
my calm my serenity
Or was any of it mine for the taking
did I assume too much for all the trouble
What have the words meant to begin with
but a smile passing in a silent bubble
Maybe only a wish in all I wrote of
and own nothing of this strife
no friends no family no love
a vacant journey this life
As if a smile when even a stranger passes and
receive but silence in return
Is this all there is to a life
a wish a prayer a fleeting moment to yearn
Is this page any more than an unanswered
scream reaching far across a dying day
who will pick up this pen what
will they write and say?
Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, or in poetry, in story perhaps to sort out the missing from the found perhaps and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their own words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...
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Nice Ed, very evocative and thought-provoking as we writers consider our fate, who listens, reads our thoughts and will they have substance for some other soul and who will continue this journey of the writer, bleeding our souls onto paper. Well expressed my friend.
Very well penned, Ed. Wouldn’t it be great to think our words will pass on down to generations of poetry lovers, and give all some thoughts to ponder. The heart and soul of a poet goes into our works. May there always be someone to pick up the pen and carry on. Well done, Ed.
I have to believe everyone touches someone at some time. Nicely expressed, Ed.
Thank you All , You are ALL such cool souls !
Ed, I like the appealing structure of this poem. We all like to think our writing will live on and inspire at least one person. I am sure yours will.
So beautifully conveyed Ed, I love how you have left the piece with a question, it encourages the reader to want to fall in with a natural progression. Just lovely Thank you.
Best,
Mel
I really loved this poem Ed. I touched me. I read it over several times. I have never thought of when I’m gone “who will speak for my heart?”
Poetry is such a deep soul reflection and expression. I think more than any other genre of writing, in poetry, the reader can learn most of what our heart and souls condition is, what is important to us, what makes us weep and what makes us smile; of what we agonize over and what we rejoice in. Leaving a poem behind is leaving a legacy for others who come along and read our work and find a connection to what we’ve expressed. A very poignant piece here.
“An unanswered scream…” Great line. This poem is an ongoing conversation I have as a writer. Very well penned and memorable. Jamie