Beautiful Pen

The scream within
my belly dies
As I pick up this Pen
Serenity descends
Over me. Delight!
The large page,
Spacious, white;
Not yet blemished
By black ink
Waits
I am weighted by
The responsibility
A pebble I throw
Into a pond.
I feel the elation
Of creation
I feel powerful
I can choose
Which memory
To cherish or lose
Sandalwood,
Field of clover
André Segovia
Birds singing
Bells ringing
Quickening
Or
Sulfurous Eggs
Sour booze
Screaming
Dead fish
Denied Wish
Abyss

The End