Dancing Pen

Just a little something that describes my writing.

My hand drawn to the ink and paper.

In fluid motions,

The pen dances across the paper

Never truly sure what will be created

From the clash of the madness in my mind 

And of the taunting twists and swirls of my wrist.

An empty paper soon becomes filled with marks of insanity

Showing the truths that lie beneath my mask.

Underneath is a bare child filled with untainted honesty

Unlike the sinful beast on the outside.

So with what I know

I let the pen flow.

A reservoir of untapped imagination comes gushing out.

You may say it is madness,

But to me it is my precious hope

That was left for me from Pandora's box.

So watch me make the pen waltz

An endless dance of my creation.

No rhythm.

No beat.

Just a random babble of lunacy

That spills out of my crazy mind.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words. I liked this poem.
"A reservoir of untapped imagination comes gushing out.
You may say it is madness,
But to me it is my precious hope
That was left for me from Pandora's box.
So watch me make the pen waltz"
The above line could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[ANTO]

I saw the title and expected the write to be filled with pirouettes and Grand Jete but instead we waltzed into an insane asylum to find the writer battling with madness like Chief from :One flew .."

I see writing being described more and more alongside mental health terminology and Im starting to wonder if it really is good for us to spill on paper/screen. But whats the alternative...? Keep it all in...? no thank you !!

This is a write that stirs the thought-soup - thank you Zach.

[Lizardo]

Its true, we let the pen write everything while we just put emotion in our hand
Such a truthful piece, I love it!
Great work writing this one :)