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The Pen Moves Ever Swiftly on the Page

Written By: Anachan
The other evening, I felt a sudden urge to sit down with a notebook and a pen. I’ve realized lately exactly how much my own equanimity is dependent on being able to write, whether it is writing in my journal or writing poetry. There’s something inside me which has to be released or expressed or . . . something. At any rate, I jotted this villanelle down in roughly an hour, which means it’s still very rough . . . I expect I’ll be refining it over the next few years, or tossing it out completely.

 

The Pen Moves Ever Swiftly on the Page, by Anneliese Kvamme

The pen moves ever swiftly on the page,
In time with fancies, thoughts, which forward drive
My heart and soul, my whole mind to engage.


Though oft I cannot tell it joy or rage,
From what source this strange urging doth derive,
The pen moves ever swiftly on the page.

The Bard states well that all the world’s a stage,
The role I play seems somehow to contrive
My heart and soul, my whole mind to engage.


For surely, from a young and tender age
I found this trait, oft sleeping, to revive–
My pen moved ever swiftly on the page.

An inner understanding lent its sage
Advice and wisdom, secretly to strive
My heart and soul, my whole mind to engage.

When time and trials seem to oppress and cage,
By this I can break free and feel alive–
The pen moves ever swiftly on the page,
My heart and soul, my whole mind to engage.