Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Will Of Its Own

Sometimes no matter how I plead and press and beg, unheard
The pen is like a stubborn streak that will not spill a word

But then at other times then pen is like a gaping grin
And nothing in the world can hold its flood of poems in

© Janet Martin

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