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InquisitivePigeon

Writer with a passion for high-fantasy and sci-fi.

skype: lewis.james121


He gazes up from his desk

At the pencil-slanted rain

A myriad little stories

Creeping down his window pane

As his hand fondles his pen

Potential from within

He wonders what to write

What they will think of him

Too many to catch

With his flimsy net

Ideas which fly away

Undeveloped and unset

Til yet he grabs one

Out of the cosy air

One he thinks they’ll like

One he’d love to share

He smiles to himself

And settles down again

No sound besides

The pencil-slanted rain


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

The art of writing. :) I like the pencil slanted rain!

  • #821 Posted 3 years ago
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ethelthefrog

ethelthefrog

Beautiful use of language. I'm entranced.

  • #831 Posted 3 years ago
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  • 5 out of 5
remembrancer

remembrancer

Wonderfully hypnotic rhythm. Similar to the pitter patter of the pencil slanted rain you describe. I'm also chuckling inside at idea of brainstorming during a rainstorm.

  • #837 Posted 3 years ago
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