My Pen

37 years past, and some more. Countless words, books and pens. My pens My words My books Words, all the same The combination is where the magic begins. My words, my pen Mine, and mine alone Like a cipher without the code A message in a box without the key These words, this pen, this book, this writer. The same as Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle Different in magic like Rowling or Tolkien This hand, this heart, this mind, these thoughts My thoughts Mine, not theirs Sometimes dark and twisted Sometimes ironic or sardonic Either solitary or in multitude Mine This Here Now My pen