A Fine Pen
There is nothing like a…fine…pen.
Carrying the visions of my soul across a naked page.
The magic wand for my muse;
it constructs the universes my muse creates.
A fine pen is a part of a writer’s soul
like plumbing for the mind,
it carries feelings, thoughts and emotions;
pours them out before my eyes as water pours from a fountain. my mind overflows and a beautiful
image is born for others to peruse.
A fine pen submits to my whims and will
to every thought, idea or dream.
A fine pen echoes my spirit’s cries
Its’ joys, sadness, elation, anger, rage, joy and love.
Because it’s a fine pen,
it bleeds when I bleed
cries when I cry
laughs when I laugh.
A fine pen is a godsend;
not one of those stiff and scratchy
skipping, dripping and blotting dime store sticks.
It is a feather on waves of colored ink
leaving behind ripples that, ride the winds with my spirit.
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