Challenge
Sometimes I sit to write and words just flow. It's almost as if my pen has a mind of its own. We all know that isn't true...but what if it were? Imagine you sit down to write and your pen takes over. Write a scenario of an out of control pen. What would your pen write without you in control? Go anywhere you would like with this! Poem or prose! I will do one too! Tag me!
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Instrument of Imagination
One day it took over
My pen, by itself
Mutated bees
the size of books on a shelf
Organized, intelligent
Colonizing the paper
They've a calm demeanor
I couldn't feel safer
They're creating societies
with high-rises and slums
They're creating technology
I start to feel numb
No authority figure ruling
No queen to direct
A message to me
they start to erect
They communicate to me
want me as their voice
They recognize they're evolving
but its not by their choice
They've suffered attacks
which caused this mutation
They need humans to stop
and rectify the situation
They wish to live in peace
and plants be left alone
Let them do the work
stop poisoning their homes
The conversation ends there
as I run of out of ink
I sit awe-inspired
While I ponder and think