Pen on Paper

Pen on Paper

Muscles tense and clench, as you

grip

press down

exhibit ink.

Fluttering thoughts that overcome

you,

       you

try to reach and grab just

one.

The marginalia,

scribbles,

crossed out mistakes

       and

blots of ink.

Those left handed

stained hands,

bleeding ink

(a)cross the page.

Pen on paper.

Remnants of others

poets and painters,

collectively creating

with two such mediums.

What

nostalgia,

         (what)

romance

Stories,

torn leafs

Bins filled

with crumpled sheets.

Books

ideas stored,

words

absorbed.

Palms cramp,

thoughts

at a loss,

concepts cross

Pen on paper.

Ink exhausted,

page worn.