Pens
I use these ball point pens
Writing poems and letters
And stories and the ink
Dribbles out on the page
In thoughts and longings of
My own as pens are drained.
Here we call them Bics after their
Brand and in England they call them
Biro’s after their brand but
They are the same, little tools
Used to form scratches bleeding from
The heart in black, blue or red—no
Matter the color they leave your
Mind right there on that blank white page.
October 2022
About This Poem:
It's just a simple little poem about writing and the importance of the writing utensil. Not my best poem, but still has some thoughts were sharing about what writing does for me and how I do it. I seldom compose anything without first writing it by hand, typically in ink but sometimes in pencil.
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