Penmanship

PENMANSHIP

I am touching you again

Not knowing how to hold you or what to say.

It’s all cramped up, packed away

I thought I’d lost you or you went astray

I find myself touching you,

Again,

In some strange way possible a sin

Lookin’ to hold you

Addicted to THE PEN.

Secondary is paper as a long lost friend

I continue to bend consonants to no end

Vowel I’ll do my best with enunciation

Vowing commitment to my occupation

Calling!

If I must say so myself.

Witnessing poetry books stored on the shelf

Uneducated in the science, thru GREATER ALLIANCE

I still write despite my electric fence defiance

Slash-mental blocks words lock ink filled jots control my mind.

Life hands in the balance escaping time

Transforming trance of the DIVINE.

Entering my soul as colorful rhyme

Cadence is rhythm manifesting as hymn

THE PEN

Produces

The snaps, the applause, the yes-yes ya’lls

From gray cloud skies eloquence does fall.

Inspiring hues of blues and deepening blacks.

Allows me to decrease these demons on my back

Desperate in all attempts I twist and spin

Never relinquishing the Power of THE PEN.

o.n.e.i.
copyright 2005