I wanted a pen
to write my dreams
to silence my screams
to dwell in imaginations den
I looked at the sky
head in the clouds
asked out loud
a plaintive cry
I forgot my request
got on with life
lived through strife
survived the test
I entered a contest for fun
drew a quick sketch
third prize I fetched
oh my, a sky pen, I won
I took it as a sign
to rekindle my fire
this victory inspired
me to pen a line
I’ve found a lost love
a forgotten joy
a much adored toy
a gift from above
It fulfills a need
feeds the soul
makes me whole
I’ve planted a seed
It grows and grows
can take over
I’ll never recover
from poems I sow
I’m soaring, floating
following my pen
escaping reality again
sweetly, softly, drifting
My wings are stretched
I’m travelling worldwide
nothing can hide
nothing’s too far-fetched
Dilly-dallying my day away
strolling down fantasy lane
with my pen I’m playing
brain and hand gone astray
Am I like Dumbo with his feather?
Can I pen without this pen?
if it broke, what then?
Could I even write a letter?
Firing words from pen
shooting from the hip
no risk of punch in lip
safely hidden in my den
Writing stops many a row
it’s a release
iron’s out many a crease
to it’s power I bow
Freedom is anonymity
let emotions speak
coming out, not for the weak
it brings accountability
My pen has the loudest voice
speaks over my own
doesn’t need a microphone
to listen, I’ve no choice
On day’s pen’s not working
I await listlessly
eyeing it continuously
ideas, hovering, lurking
This pen is now an obsession
an all consuming need
I’m overcome with greed
interrupting can cause agression
My time is no longer my time
it’s now ruled by pen
I’m let of now and then
but frequently called back to rhyme
I’m skimming the stars
for inspiration
battling frustration
wish I could traverse on Mars
On make-believe’s loom I weave
today I want to celebrate
pen and I co-operate
it’s absence I’d grieve
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
this writing lark is easy
and never makes me queasy
everything, today, is grand
Pen has a quirky way of being
some days very liberal
wouldn’t want to take it literal
problems invisible, I’m not seeing
Today pen writes in language of love
expressing itself from the heart
roses and kindness it imparts
fits me snug, like a glove
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
making me write all twee
writing cute and pretty
causing my dog to leer
Your like a pringle
once I pop, I can’t stop
you make my feet bop
my senses all a tingle
I’m your willing slave
marvelling in your ways
writing in a blissful daze
your company I crave
Now your just being rude
everything you write is naughty
getting me all prim and haughty
I’ll have to work on your attitude
I need to go to sleep
rest my weary head
your inkwell, your bed
don’t want to hear you, not a peep
competition entry
had to include the words sky and pen together and be at least 500 words never written anything so long
a fun challenge
didn't get anywhere lol x