PEN

Pen

Mine

Sitting Still

Staring Sullen

Reproachful

Tools disclaimed

Laying down idle

Dreams in repose

Lecturing their discard

Stirring my diatribe

Just more dribble

Banal asides

Offerings to the deaf

But The Hand guides

Usherings full of whispers

Bless and Blessed

Original comes Not from inside

It Arrives

Clarity as A Kiss.

The Dawn upon the mist

Compelled Am I

By A Vision

That can't be said

Only etched

Birthed from the depths

Enslaved Am I

Seduced irredeemably

By the Rhythms

Flowing from Our Fraternity

Creative proclivity

A Symbiosis

To give to Make

To Listen

To listen To Learn

For A Master knows

Tools always speak

Scrawling

Scribbling

Writing

A Craftsman at Work

MH

06.08.2025