What's It To You

Poem By Colin Coplin

The fresh white page
Teases the pen
Giving her the old
“Come hither”.
The pen flirts back
Fluttering her eyelashes.

And then it starts
Their circling
And stamping,
Coming together
And pulling apart.
The pokes
And strokes,
Their elegant
Dance of love
Leaving a trail
For all to see.

Comments about What's It To You

Oh.this is fantastic! ! ! That pen is dancing and so am I! ! ! 10++++++++++
A refined poetic imagination, Sallie. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
beaufiful poem, thanks for sharing
a beautiful and eloquent description of your writing process, and you end up with a well crafted and teasing poem which twirls the reader into its midst.

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