A Pen

I am a pen

Picked up and set down

Again and again.

Some days I write

Lists of lies,

Others I’ll plan 

One day at a time.

I’ve been ignored before.

I’m not like the computer.

I guess Google Docs

Holds onto thoughts better,

But the computer isn’t there

In your pocket

For sweet thoughts out and about.

The best poems come from pens

And that’s without a doubt.

Sections: Free Verse, Lonely, Poetry, Writers