Pen Sense

Pen Sense

An emerald sea of words
are always ready to ink forth
at my command

Smooth verses hidden in its top
rough plotlines deep in its point
and all are in my grasp

The mild whiff of rubber
reminding me to hold on
yet move with the flow
of my story

The click signals start
the next signals stop
the color always signals 
go

April 18, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen prompt: describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. 

Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's eighteenth entry "Cork Taint".