James J. Jackson

Poet and Journalist

My Pen

James J Jackson

Come now my pen!

My pen, you shall be

my valiant sword

you shall be my chivalrous

oath.

Oh sweet pen, speak

out upon my rage,

my fear,

my love,

my desire.

Run my pen along this

dead page.

Be the source my pay,

my life

my peace.

Tell the tale I cannot

my pen.

Do the job I do not want.

 

7/24/10

 

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April 30, 2014

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