The Pen: A Poem for Creatives

And for those who choose to live life!

I was talking to Deb about publishing more of her photography. She has some fear/insecurity with doing that. And I realized, so do I. Partially recorded songs, some complete that have never seen the light of day, are all signs of this insecurity.

I wrote this poem many years ago. It serves as a reminder & encouragement that we can choose to make a mark or not. Then pen - life - will eventually run dry out either way.

SO MAKE A MARK!!!

I’ve also included a video where I discuss and then recite the poem with some of the scenery from this morning’s hike.

Enjoy!!

THE PEN

I sit with pen, a poem to write
Its ink flows darkly across the page
And I realize its link to life
Each line and letter a metered day

At this sad thought I halt my pen
A vain attempt to stem its flow
But I know that ink unused runs dry
Its purpose spent with naught to show

For I am the soul to the pen I hold
And the pen must follow where I lead
As my soul in life must show the way
My life the pen, the ink my deeds

So scribble deep and doodle large
Color outside lines, draw off the page
Ere ink runs dry and your life unlived
Your pages blank and death the wage

- Matthew Moran