I'Ve Changed My Writing Pen

I asked my pen to write on paper words of mine, Not knowing what I’d end up saying or Who someday, somewhere, would be reading them Or what they would describe While flowing through their minds. My pen just hovered over my white paper sheets And rolled around between my fingers’ grips. But, no words wrote it, as I asked it do, None at least I could see Forming on my paper I took my yellow ball point pen and laid it down. It’s useless to be egging on my pen When it won’t write on paper words I want, Words I wish to express To minds of someone else. In the end my paper sheet was blank as could be, No words my yellow pen had written down And what was in my mind stayed in my mind. That’s where it is today. I’ve changed my writing pen. W.C.Hull © 2017-6-3-989-E55