The Writers Pen

My pen has been in hand.

Writing down thoughts as they

come to me.

Sometimes the pen is visible

and it moves with the magical

flow of my left hand.

Yes, Iof’m a lefty.

So, my mind is thinking fast,

keeps creating like a record that sings

of words and lyrics from

the right side of my brain.

One side is gray and is dormant

while the swirling rainbow called Josephs cloak

keeps pounding

and drives my ten fingers to

click diligently at the keyboard.

12 hubs today, keeps going.

No writers block in sight today.

All of good quality too.

Can’t stop that.

Creative writing keeps going.

Dare tell me to stop,

I will say no. Tell me to stop writing

or creating art,

I will tell you “On a seething hot day

in the devil’s lair.”

I write because I am,

you can’t change the prolific writer.

If you take my pen and paper

away,

I’ll just go seek some more.

Within my heart and soul

are the psyche’s words to breathe.

Once was nothing

and now there is.

So when you sit down to write

your words

speak naturally

of who you choose to be.

Left handed or right handed,

it doesn’t really matter.

Jennifer Jo Fay

Copyrighted November 2011