The Pen and the Artisan

This pen is the medium between my

thoughts and my expressions

like gunpowder in a loaded gun.

Words go unheard.

And expressions are lost.

Shipwrecked in a sea of ignorance

Filled with fish, not willing to listen

Occasionally Expressions pull a few in

But I never get the catch.

My hand works; an artisan

In the work of words

Write. Scribble. Doodle.

Scrawl. Jot. Inscribe.

Record. Register. Log.

pencil, or pen.

And my artisan of a hand

delicately crafts my expressions

Next time you feel,

Are you feeling from a Factory?

Or from your heart?

Author's Note

Comments and criticism always welcome. :D