I am these words upon this page
a crumpled page
a crumpled page
a testament to who am I
written here is life's reply
a heavy sigh
I am, but why
I write when no one's watching me
one word then breath
one word then breathe
punctuation pauses pen
quill dips ink and pens again
A notion vague a solid thought
a random rant I pen I plot
I spill with ink or pencil light
a dark deceit confused contrite
I'm candles lit by smoking verse
described in words
re-wrote I curse
I sleep in margins on the side
sincere seductress sanctified
I'm smudged so what
sometimes I cried
the missing pages? suicide
I tell you this is me inside
defined
described
identified
punctuation pauses pen
quill dips ink and pens again
The stanza is not where I break
I live within each pause I take
I am my words, my words a book
if you be brave enough to look
the screams the tears
I am the fear
if wounds drew blood
the knife's in here
when moonbeams milky thighs are spread
I am my love, what you've just read
enticed by beckoned fingernail
my words encourage then impale
seduced by sinfull's sharpened clause
punctuation pens, I pause
Terri Turrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/punctuation-pens-i-pause/
