My Pen

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My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.

Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.

My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.

My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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It Started In My Head

 

 

It started in my head
It grew in my heart
My pen let it out
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.

It’s voice did cry
‘Bring me out to the world
Not living just in your head’
I heard those words from
That perfect piece of art.

Begged to be seen
Begged to be read
That idea, that writing
That perfect piece of art.

Now the world can see
What my pen brought out
That lived in my head
Grew in my heart
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

My Pen

My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.

Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.

My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.

My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013