My heart holds my pen

prompted by an earlier conversation

 

 

My heart holds my pen

 

 

Soft flurries of affection

find my eyes lost in the prism

of the beauty that engulfs my world

 

For to inhale is to fall into

the scent of sweet essence riding

the breeze exhaling from your skin

 

As words pour on the page,

my fingers dance in rhythmic patterns

now wrapped warmly about my thoughts

 

I have wondered, quietly to myself

where is it they are born,

how do they flow so easily

 

from a mind that constantly spins

in whirls of dream-like visions

kaleidoscopic views and frantic desires,

 

where each vowel, noun, adjective or verb

in feathered shapes of ink, somehow

scribble silhouettes of my love for you

 

It is now that I notice,

sitting in the frail sunshine of the dawn

whispering on salmon clouds, you are awake

 

that my hands are empty, my fingers still

for it seems as I write of you, my endless everything,

it is my heart that holds my pen

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Lovely and sweet, overflowing from the fountain of sincerity. Your poetry is a gift, Jack. :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Joyce S. Greene]

What a lovely poem this is, Jack. Your heart is certainly the source of your love and so the author of this glorious love poem. Bravo!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Joyce. I appreciate your friendship and your kindness

[annie lee]

Quite lovely, Jack. I love your vision : salmon clouds .. that is lovely.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Annie.

[WithLoveandLoss.]

"from a mind that constantly spins
in whirls of dream-like visions
kaleidoscopic views and frantic desires"


Such a testament to all poets equipt with inspiration and a love for words. Thank you for penning :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much for your kind words.

[TL Boehm]

it is my heart that holds my pen. Which explains the gentle ebb and flow of your poetry.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tammy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we write with our hearts, the words flow...when we write too much in our heads..the words spin endlessly but never quite get traction on the page.

cool write, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Jacob.

[kublakhan27]

This is a brilliant piece my friend, undoubtedly one of my favourites from you. I'm sure I've asked myself these questions before on a regular basis, but I could never get them down on paper with the eloquence you've produced here. What can I say, this is a gem.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Happy you enjoyed this one.

[MsJewel]

I believe this to be true Jack.. Your heart does hold your pen. You write the most beautiful romantic poems. I am in awe!

:) Julie

[Jack...]

Julie, I always love receiving and reading your reviews of my work. Thank you so much.

[Pryde Foltz]

where each vowel, noun, adjective or verb
in feathered shapes of ink, somehow
scribble silhouettes of my love for you


Great write as always. You are a gifted poet, my friend. But this stanza above was alive.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Pryde. I appreciate you.

[SyberRose]

Each verse was as beautiful as the one before...filled with a lovely romantic spirit and yearning of deep emotion...Enjoyed Jack:)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend.