Senses of Writing

 

 

The feel of this pen

Grasped tightly in my palm

The texture of paper

Flowing beneath my fingertips

The scent of ink

Pervading the stale air

The sound that echoes off walls

As pencil scratches to paper

The sudden thought

The grateful feeling

Of coming home found in

These little moments of creation

With keyboard clinks

Mouse clicks and the buzz

Of electricity surrounding the air

 

Author's Note

Cp. 2:23PM Thu 07/03/08 'Barely Breathing' Duncan Sheik fine, ok, just here, alone, tired trying to create (Typed, House)