the old pen

old pen
my old friend

blue
in swirls
and the rambling scrawl
of thoughts
pinned onto paper

old pen
away when

you wrote my ideas
in stories
start
and middle
and end

old pen
dear friend

thank you
for the poems
the dreams we caught
together

my
old pen


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #14: bones, just bones

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