Poised

A Poem By Elizabeth Anne // 10/16/2011

Poised,

Ready to strike.

Sword raised,

Pencil raised,

Ready to strike

At the enemy

With raised

Sword,

With raised 

Pencil.

 

A sweeping motion,

The enemy blocks.

What next?

Write,

Block.

Write,

Block.

Write.

 

The room fills

With loud sounds

Of clanging swords

And rustling papers.

 

Poised.

Comments

A pen is a sword is a pen. :)

A pen is a sword is a pen. :) I really like your poetry.

Anna | Mon, 10/24/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

thanks!

I wrote this as I was working on a descriptive speech about writing. I was going to use it in my speech, but it would have made my speech too long and my speech teacher is very particular about the timing of our speeches. I liked it though, so I thought I'd share. I'm glad you liked it!   :)

Elizabeth Anne | Mon, 10/24/2011

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

I really enjoyed this. I also

I really enjoyed this. I also love your "About Me" page. You are so right!

Damaris Ann | Sat, 11/15/2014

"It is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted."
-Luisa May Alcott

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