Give me a pen
Give me some paper
Tongue to my thoughts
Voice to my whispers
Screams to my fingers
Pouring words from my soulVoice to my whispers
Secrets I try to hold
They won’t stay buried
Fighting back fighting boldScreams to my fingers
Itching for the cool of air
Metaphors form cloaks
Readying to sharePouring words from my soul
Unsealed consciousness gaping
Tears cascade from my spirit
Words scrambling and shapingGive me a pen
Give me some paper
©Vivian Zems
Image- Self portrait by Carlos Quevedo
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November 21, 2017 at 2:17 pm
I love the ‘tongue to my thoughts, voice to my whispers’ line.
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November 21, 2017 at 3:47 pm
That one struck me too!
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November 21, 2017 at 6:45 pm
Thank you!
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November 21, 2017 at 6:48 pm
Thanks, Colleen!
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November 21, 2017 at 2:19 pm
A most passionate poem, Vivian 🙂
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November 21, 2017 at 2:45 pm
Thanks, Sanaa!
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November 21, 2017 at 2:59 pm
Nice one, I can feel it!
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November 21, 2017 at 6:46 pm
Thanks, Jay!😊
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November 21, 2017 at 3:00 pm
metaphors form cloaks… beautiful! Thanks for sharing Vivian.
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November 21, 2017 at 6:46 pm
My pleasure! You keep me on my toes!
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November 21, 2017 at 3:35 pm
Simply beautiful. Powerful in its emotion. 🙂
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November 21, 2017 at 6:45 pm
Thank you!
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November 21, 2017 at 3:47 pm
Wow! I’ve missed your posts while I’ve been away!
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November 21, 2017 at 6:52 pm
Welcome back! Haven’t seen you in ages! You ok?
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November 21, 2017 at 9:00 pm
Thank you! I took a little break. My father in law passed away and we have been with family on the main land!
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November 21, 2017 at 11:01 pm
I’m sorry to hear that. I wrote to you regarding this on your page. Take heart.
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November 21, 2017 at 5:44 pm
“Screams to my fingers”, what a wondrous line to shriek into the page…
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November 21, 2017 at 6:40 pm
Thank you!
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November 21, 2017 at 5:55 pm
I love the rhythm of this. Feels like a dance
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November 21, 2017 at 6:39 pm
Thank you!
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November 21, 2017 at 8:22 pm
I love the last two lines, in spite of all the tears, sadness, screaming…Give me a pen
Give me some paper…a brave poem!
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November 21, 2017 at 10:59 pm
Thanks , Toni😊
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November 21, 2017 at 8:55 pm
This is such a delightful response to the image Vivian, beautifully done.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:00 pm
Thanks, Michael!
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November 21, 2017 at 9:34 pm
The passion of writing singes through your lines.
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November 21, 2017 at 11:15 pm
I hope so! 😊
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November 22, 2017 at 1:56 am
A voice from inside that refuses to die down and we should all listen to it.
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November 22, 2017 at 6:13 pm
It will not be quiet 😊
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November 22, 2017 at 11:25 pm
Oh I love this!! You have written what I feel when I write poetry!!
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November 24, 2017 at 10:57 am
Thanks, Susie! 🙂
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