The Pen
by Phyllis Beebe
Words flow from my pen
in the
ink.
How does the pen know
what I
think?
How does it sense what
goes on in my
brain?
The questions, the joys,
even the
pain?
What is the magic
at work in
between,
Persistant, invisable,
making
thoughts seen?
Wonder of wonders,
that slim
ballpoint pen
That puts all my
thoughts
onto paper again.