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

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Aah, you heart holds your pen, the romance oozes through the ink cartridge, a fine piece of writing here Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend.

[Ruth]

Stunning Jack...the effortless flow of beauty here enraptured my senses...we may wish moments of answers or a tender wish granted...but by god, we have a pen, can't take that away and if it is taken away, we have thoughts to purge...vocally, a voice, can't take that away and if all else fails, damnit, we have our heart lol Sorry for my ramble, but you inspired me, lovely piece x

[Jack...]

Poppy, your kind words (and your ramble) thrill me this morning. Thank you so very much for stopping by my world.

[Ruth]

My pleasure hon x

[Cassie]

awwwwww......the king of romance you are.

[Jack...]

And the queen of sunshine you are my friend. Thank you so very much.

[Dr. Wood ?]

another wonderful write Jack....You are the master

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Doc.

[Rita L. Sev]

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

Love, love, love this stanza, Jack. Words carry so much more than alphabet shapes...

The last stanza says it all - the heart is the vessel from which it all pours... Beautiful, Jack.

[Jack...]

Rita, I could not be happier this morning finding your kind words waiting for me. Thank you so very much.

[redflutterby]

Beautiful poem....we all write from our heart. ;-)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend for bringing your smile to my world.

[icelandicblue]

A light and airy read Jack. Our hearts are who we are. I found this snippet to be absolutely enchanting:

feathered shapes of ink,

I just love that.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Anne. your kind words thrill me.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The final stanza defines this very enigmatic poem Jack. And you nail the fact that it is our emotions that best drive our poetic creation.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much John. Happy you stopped by

[Diana]

The pen ensnares the heart, and the heart ensnares the pen, a nice dual dichotomy... I particularly liked the last stanza, a feeling of emptiness in your hands without a pen.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Diana. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. One of your best jack. I like all the aspects of this one...Bravo

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Sami. I always am thrilled by your kind words to me.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)