My Calling

I love to go searching for blank journal books A beautiful cover and I’m instantly hooked Like it’s calling to me, to fill it with ink To unload on it all the thinks I can think Do you like blue pens or black? I like blue as a matter of fact Seeing the strokes of a blue pen on white Is like watching my poetry come alive A sense of accomplishment zings through me A sense of pride, exhilarating… Because I know it is mine, and mine alone Unique to me, not to be cloned I may not ever be in the writer’s hall of fame I doubt that anyone recognizes my name But that beautiful book will become part of me I can hear it now; it’s already calling… Feed me Your poetry 11/6/11