My Pen Runs

My pen runs and leaps on the page casting a long blue shadow
bound to these scratched symbols, forms words, then lets go.
There is something wondrous in the link
Between scattered thoughts mediated by a pen,
Rendered tangible through ink,
and the shadow that meets their creation.
In the morning light, is the shadow moving the nib?
Idea, reality, illusion:
Plato’s cave in a sun swept conjunction.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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9 Responses to My Pen Runs

  1. AnElephantCant claim to be sophisticated
    He is not always sure how to behave
    So he is really impressed
    By the shadows and the rest
    Of Emmy’s introduction to Plato’s allegoric cave


  2. Plato’s cave in a sun swept conjunction.

    Oh joy


  3. mixedupmeme says:

    I like the way your pen runs. I always want to read what you write over and over. 🙂
    I don’t know whether that is good or bad…….for you or me. lol

    My stuff you can read it once and toss in the trash can.


  4. pjb1943 says:

    Nice, Emmy. It always seems a minor miracle when the thought hits the page and becomes not just a thought, but visible.


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