Parole dal mondo

Pen and paper

On a smooth-oak desk
two pens are fighting.
One is red
for some reason.
One is blue
for another reason.
Each wants to tell
a story to the paper. . .
They are wanting
the paper’s full affection. . .
The paper is open
from corner to corner
and they go on fighting. . .
Nothing is written . . .


Ibtisam Barakat