Pen, You Travel With Me : Mar 2017

Yellow, blue clicker Translucent, serrated, deep navy ink Metal ball, thin fine ink You accompany me You dance over blank paper and bring it to life for me What you do for me is so appreciated! Your smallest mark touches my heart Your words, expressions may be forgettable But you aren't! I would be lost without you! I found you in a box of many similar One day you will run out, replaceable with Another from the same box I appreciate your fine lines Your doing as my mind bids Flitting across the pages and lines Sometimes I click you off. You won't pour onto my clothes, my bags, my pockets! Sometimes you are very very bad! Spewing all over You end up in the rubbish bin, replaceable! Sometimes you turn on in my pocket, Poke a hole through my purse, jab me When I sit down! 'How bloody thoughtless you are! Treating me like that! I don't deserve to be treated like this!' So I found a wire bound journal You may sit discreetly inside, in the coils. That is your place! Please stay there! Don't wander off! As sometimes I just can't find you and the panic when I need you and you're gone I look everywhere for you, upturning papers, books, looking under tables, chairs, pulling out the rug, “Oh where oh where are you?” Oh the anguish, And then you appear as if magically from nowhere Hanging in mid air Saying 'What's the fuss? I'm here now. I was always here. You just didn't look for me in all the right places.' Accusing me of wasting time... I'm too busy smiling to notice, to hear those rough words. I grab you, I've found you again! And off we go to pour out my thoughts once again, Like a tap turned on forever.