Jeanette Swan Poet Free verse

Ode to my pen

Your ball-point tip 
leaves a trace of ink 
as I cradle 
your spell-bound stick.

Inside your tube
the blood is black
running through my poem.

You are a symbiotic tool to me,
my prosthetic thought-maker
without which I falter.

You are the trainer
of my brain.

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Anisha Dutta September 24, 2025 at 9:16 AM I highly appreciate. We had learnt the proverb from childhood, that ' Pen is mightier than sword.' But in modern age just ' TYPING ' performs the job of pen. Jeanette Swan September 24, 2025 at 2:47 PM Thanks for your kind comment Anisha. My brain thinks better holding a pen... Typing for me weis for sharing and second round editing. J :)

Bill Baker June 28, 2025 at 11:09 AM Nice poem, Jeanette, flowed smoothly :-) If with sit down and put a pen in our hand, the thoughts do seem to flow like the ink when writing. (or keyboard) LOL Have a great weekend! Bill p.s. I'm following your poetry now! Jeanette Swan June 28, 2025 at 3:24 PM Thanks Bill. J :)

Salma Malik March 7, 2025 at 11:06 PM Always a great team... A poet and his tool of ink tube! Keep the ink flowing. Thanks for sharing. Jeanette Swan March 8, 2025 at 3:05 AM Glad you like :)

Line Gauthier February 26, 2025 at 6:54 AM What a delightful tribute ~ you two make a great team ! Jeanette Swan March 8, 2025 at 3:04 AM Thank you. Couldn't do it without this little tool. :)

David Crandall January 9, 2025 at 9:10 PM Cool poem, Jeanette...and ball-point pen! Jeanette Swan January 9, 2025 at 9:18 PM Thanks David. It's a great space age instrument in humble guise.