Within my head
Where I often go
To ponder something I read
Or seen
Whether I am about or in bed
The space is mine alone
To go and just be
Serene
Butterfly Cinquain

Writer
Shares thoughts
In printed word
Informing, motivating, uplifting, entertaining
Needed
Poet
Creatively expresses
In this world
Poetic imagination through words
Valuable
Elevenie

On a journey to reach Home
I Start out as number 2
But I get a second chance
That’s not good for you
Sorry!
Counting on the luck of the Draw
To move me forward on the Path
My colorful little Pawn
Procures the Card of wrath
Sorry!
It’s a frantic race to make it Home
You bump me and I bump you
But one of us will win in the end
Oh Wow! Look at the card I drew!
Sorry!
Rhyme

A human Finger writes in the sand,
Words a heart needs to say.
And a dry Bone held in a hand,
Draws word pictures in moist clay.
A Reed blowing in a Egypt’s land,
Is used to scribe events of the day.
And Romans, in their culture so grand,
Invent the Stylus, so they say.
Anglo-Saxons cleverly planned,
To write books using a Quill as a way.
Then upon the world’s Grand-Stand,
The lead Pencil’s design is put on display,
Yet, Pencil writing was undermanned,
So ink Pens were created in various array.
But, for all those invented, both great and bland,
The Finger is still used to text and sign today.
Rhyme

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