Journey of The Pen

I held you in my hand

I thought I had you all to myself

And then it happened

I went to sleep 

Lost my grip

Before I knew what had transpired

You were gone on a short trip

The course we started on has

taken us in separate directions

And yet I live

For the words we wrote

Have now taken on a different path

They've been made audible

Some signals too low

And others too high

But someone gets

This journey that we are on

For they are suitable travelling buddies

Progress of the pen leads a poet to passage

That connects the past to the present 

Ascribing a future

That only penholders get

The pen

Is my best character witness

Held in anyone's hand

An instrument for writing

Drawing and scribbling

Life is my paper

Ink has the strength of blood

It's serious

Just as important as rivers of water

Detachable metal penpoints

The writer flows a vernacular

Sweet, sexy, strong

And sentimental

Journey of the Pen