Wednesday, April 10, 2024

A Pen That Bleeds Green

Green has never been 
A conforming or usual choice
For jotting your mind
Or scribbling your heart's voice

For they think of red,
Maybe even of pink and blue
As all the emotions
A writer's heart could sew

But there's more to a pen
That conveys the thoughts
Of a 'naut freed by love,
And binded in knots

That pen bleeds
But bleeds in green
For it knows the emerald ocean
It carries within

There may be streaks of blue,
Or turquoise and tinges of pink
(But never red or black) 
Even when the cosmos tests...
Tests it...
To a treacherous brink

The heart did witness shreds of red
But the pigments would vanish
As the beating breath would thread..
Words of sunshine,
And chimes of breeze,
The smile of daffodils 
Into the depth of the inking seas

That pen bleeds
And will bleed in green
For there's always a tomorrow 
With a charismatic sheen



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As a blogger, one of the things I am often asked is "How/ When did you get started with all this?" For as long as my memory takes me back, I have always found myself pondering about a plethora of things. I have always loved reflecting on the small but wonderful aspects of life. Ipsita Contemplates has been very special and I love to get the opportunity to share my musings, my thoughts, and my perceptions with you. It is also a way to appreciate the essence of Life!