Compare drug prices and get free rx coupons at

An unwritten poem
is as a beautiful maiden
laying dead 
on a sheet of paper;
a single drop of ink
falls into her veins,
coaxing the first feeble
pulse of her heart.

One more drop,



it/'/s beat strengthens
and she rises,
prepared for her grand ballet;
each prance and twirl
tracing every word,
every line;
choreographing her beautiful tale,
until the last drop of ink is spent,
and she collapses 
into the period at the end
of the final stanza.

E-mail me when people leave their comments –

You need to be a member of Join the #1 Christian Social Network - to add comments!

Join Join the #1 Christian Social Network -


  • Yes, Nathan, it works well and is an intriguing poem that I found myself reading several times. Thanks.
This reply was deleted.