A lake,
This day is placid, calm, at peace
But could be rippled, tossed, and chopped;
Submits to change, the winds increase,
From glass to wave white topped.
A quill,
Adrift, from wing’s one shake,
Will not soar, but float;
Reacting to emoting lake
To ride, perhaps to quote.
A pen,
From lake, to quill, to pen then ink
The quill’s flight afloat it scribes;
To find a cause, a purpose, a link
When in a poets hand ascribes.
©Michael S. Davis 2013
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
A lake,
This day is placid, calm, at peace
But could be rippled, tossed, and chopped;
Submits to change, the winds increase,
From glass to wave white topped.
A quill,
Adrift, from wing’s one shake,
Will not soar, but float;
Reacting to emoting lake
To ride, perhaps to quote.
A pen,
From lake, to quill, to pen then ink
The quill’s flight afloat it scribes;
To find a cause, a purpose, a link
When in a poets hand ascribes.
©Michael S. Davis 2013
This is the first poem I have written the same day I have posted. If you check out my page you will see that the picture I have there is of a feather floating on water. I took the picture at Swan lake in Sumter, SC. I chose the picture because of the allusion of the feather to a quill pen. Today I took the allusion, and wrote a poem. I though of several ways to go with this one. May write another from the perspective of the quill doing the writing.
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