The pen has a life all it’s own,
Something that the poet
Has always known.
It sings the history
Of the muse,
In a written version
Of the blues.
It weeps ink upon the page,
Expressing dreams and pent-up rage.
Giving in to the poet’s wishes,
It with words designs images.
About the contributor: Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. For more from Patricia, check out http://www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.wordpress.com