The Writer's Pen by Nada Adel Sobhi - Poem

A pen,

Plain and simple

Can bear a thousand words,

Or none at all.

One can write cursive,

Another dots and lines

You don't know what you'll write,

When you hold it to the page

Dots and lines

Hinder your words;

Your mind 
Can't see the writing

On the page

The inky one

Lets your words flow

Like a waterfall,

Quick but steady.

The words vie

For precedence;

All want to land on your page.

All want that cursive-flow writing ink.

Your mind has no control,

The words just fall

One after the other…

Red ink

Blue ink

Black ink

Sometimes the words pick the colour,

Or is it the pen that picks the words?

On and on, they flow;

An avalanche.

This pen;

I shall cherish

For the words

Flow

And will not cease…