An Intimidated Poet
I lost my pen, love
it ran out of ink.
all I have left
is a pencil with
by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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10 Nov 2015 04:32
Lovely! No longer than it needed to be. Every word counts. Great job!
10 Nov 2015 11:27
how charming and lovely. One of the best non rhyming poems I have read in awhile. So simple and sweet.
10 Nov 2015 02:06
A short yet brilliant poem.. The use of the pencil with 'chewed' eraser is beautiful...
10 Nov 2015 02:00
Lovely poem, simple but a beauty that is capable to touch a reader
Mohammed Asim Nehal
10 Nov 2015 01:51
Simple and powerful poem....on Life, on relationship and on everything it fits perfectly.
10 Nov 2015 01:18
Solid words on a short leash. This poem is full of confidence. I love it. Thank you.
06 Aug 2006 09:35
An enjoyable poem; loved how the ending fit the poem's title.
18 Jan 2006 10:50
I really like this one. Finding the right words does often feel impossible. How to capture somebody that means so much on paper?
13 Jan 2006 03:46
Oooohhhhh! that's a dodgy situation there Eila, I think breadcrumbs are supposed to work quite well as an eraser, though I've never tried it. Clever write indeed. Love Ernestine XXX
Alice Vedral Rivera
13 Jan 2006 03:39
volumes in brevity avr
13 Jan 2006 02:55
fantastic ending. Short but absolutely the right length for impact. Nice!
13 Jan 2006 02:54
...which you have done, Eila. Like Mr Shaffer says, so much meaning with so few, delightful words. A gem.
13 Jan 2006 01:05
I really like this Eila! Very nice. Sincerely, mary
Eric Paul Shaffer
13 Jan 2006 12:52
Eila, this is nice work. It is short, compact, and makes its point without a lot of extra words. In a poem like this, the very brevity of it forces the reader to make more of the words, and here that process is greatly rewarded. Good work.