To write the words, I need the thought
To form the thought, I need the pen
To find the pen, I need to shop

The Stationers, aladdin’s cave
Which thoughts should I think
Pink glitter, or stealth nib?

I choose the pen to form the thought
That lurks in the shadows of my mind
Winkled into the light by a tip
Ink slick and smooth

It is an obsession – stationary
A longing for pens, different to hold
Forming different patterns as they glide

Posted: Tuesday, February 18th, 2014 @ 1:40 pm
Categories: Poems.
Subscribe to the comments feed if you like. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

Leave a Reply