Unexpected Inspiration

pen in one hand cigarette in the other I quietly listen to the conversation between pen and paper the gentle touch of ink seductively courting the page enchanted, I close my eyes for but a moment allowing my hand to dance with the pen completely unhindered at first glance I see a ridiculous meaningless scribble then suddenly I realize this lowly scribble holds exquisite beauty looking long enough true magic does emerge maybe a tiny picture or some notes to a song tapping on the door of poetry it's what the soul did purge yearning for the world to see with the right peaceful flow I think once again I'll let hand and pen just go