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Still Ink

by Maria Isabel Cecilia Pascual
(Manila, Philippines)




I woke up in a pool of blood

Or so I thought it was

It was just a pool of ink

That soaked my silken gown

From my pen that lay

In half, crushed and lifeless.


I cried all day and stared

At the still ink in its well

And the empty paper

Scarred and smeared

With my now dried up tears.






composed: MICP 3-3-12

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Sep 01, 2012
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starstarstarstarstar 		Dearest Geeta
by: Isabel


Thank you so much for all your support and encouragement...Indeed,courage is mightier than sword. Made this poem after waking up from a baffling dream.

Please pardon me for responding so late, so much going on at work, q day life and my mind is clogged up with thousands of ideas wanting to be born all at once (imagine that! :)...Right now I am occupied on learning how to weave, you should/must try it soon Geeta.

Take care always,
Isabel
Sep 01, 2012
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starstarstarstarstar 		All is well...
by: Isabel

Dearest Sneha,

Please do not worry...All is well,wrote this after I just had a curious dream and woke up a bit stunned.

Thank you so much for your concern and my apology for responding a bit late. Busy at work lately and other responsibilities plus I am learning how to weave.

Take care always...

Sincerely,
Isabel
9-1-12
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Aug 09, 2012
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starstarstarstarstar 		I am sure
by: Geetashree Chatterjee

The ink may have stilled but not the heart which is again going to pick up the pen to spill beauty on paper...Courage my friend is mightier than sword!
Aug 02, 2012
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starstarstarstarstar 		Still Ink
by: Sneha

So stark and vicious, Isabel. Hope all is well?

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