This Pen’s First Ink

 

Here is this pen’s first ink

Second only to this poem’s title

A life describing whatever I think

And resting until the next recital

 

My useful tool joins me at school

Needing only a few sheets of paper

I draw from a bottomless pool

Of the beautiful dualities of human nature

 

Word upon word of poetic wisdom

Sentence after sentence of political prose

This pen’s ink bleeds romantic visions

That only true lovers will ever know

 

Held in my hand with delicate care

A shiny silver body and black rubber grip

No trigger or crosshair

Only language escaping from its tip

 

Giving birth to our passion to read

Aiding me with my passion to write

This single pen is all I need

In my search to find what is right

 

Another poem, another theme

One more gift, one more dream

With my pen I’ll keep on learning

For my path, my Hero’s Journey

 

This pen’s first ink

Far from its last

Being the link

To our beautiful past

 

                                                Jake Belmont 7/26/04