Where's The Pen?

by Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.
I was confused.
I had my head heavy.
I sought the help of my Gibson guitar.
I heard all the sounds,
then I read, studied all the rules,
collected all the new words.

I can now write a song, even a poem,
either of them. But
where's the pen?
Let others and the author know if you liked it

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Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

November 11, 2016 - 02:07 Hmm - feeling a bit dense - what is the meaning of this poem?
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

November 11, 2016 - 10:41 As the title suggests, the speaker is desperately looking for a pen because his muse or inspiration comes :)
Sharmishtha Shenoy

Sharmishtha Shenoy

November 11, 2016 - 11:32 Ok :-)
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

November 11, 2016 - 11:54 Thanks.
DavidBokolo

DavidBokolo

November 11, 2016 - 14:23 The pen is in your breast pocket. Pick it up and write the next word that comes into your mind.
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

November 11, 2016 - 23:48 Now I have it, but the muse is gone, ha, ha.
M.D Khamil

M.D Khamil

November 11, 2016 - 14:31 I don't know why but when I see the title "Where's My Pen?" It reminds me to that weird song PPAP (Pen Pineapple Apple Pen). I'm literally crying right now. Lol.
Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

Lorenzo A. Fernandez Jr.

November 11, 2016 - 23:48 he, he.
yashitababy00

yashitababy00

June 2, 2017 - 21:32 i am miss yashita ghazi i have a proposal for you via at (yashitaghazi11@gmail.com)

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