My Pen

My Pen

Effortless glide

Of black ink

Splattering the sheet like an enchanted paint brush

Light as a feather as it nestles in between my fingers

Words slipping out

Images spreading like wild fire

And

Ideas running in millions of directions

All wanting to escape

All wanting to have a brilliant effect on curious minds

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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