Poetry & Flash Fiction Collection

Words // Poem

Words! Words! Words!

The ability to control and create with only pen and ink!

To bring someone to life with simple black strokes,

And to fill them with emotions as clear as day—

Images and people float off paper with clarity and feeling,

And fly, like a black raven soaring across our thoughts,

They are honored, in one mind, in two, in a thousand—

What a wonderful ability, to create such a thing

How joyous it would be, to connect future millions with only prints

How joyous indeed, if that were me.

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A/N: this was for a Walt Whitman poetry contest I did in 10th grade, which was two years ago. The prompt was what you thought the future would be like. I want to be a published author in the future, which is what this poem is about.

I was the grand winner for my age group with this poem and got it published in the museum's book. So looks like I got that dream sooner than I thought.