Pen In Hand

Steady beating rhythms enticing my being constantly, giving an energy that continues to penetrate intellect with it's sublime and profound effects. Wandering, traveling through many dimensions, living fully in each of them, writing feelings and experiences of each into poetry. Finding each experience extraordinary and beyond belief, totally into being present in each of them alone, a solitary figure looking out at each of their horizons. Pen in hand, blank pages of a journal always ready to be written upon, nature within taking me on excursions throughout reality and imagination. All without anyone ever knowing anything about what I do, even those watching me write cannot fathom depths that I've traveled into intellect with. Intrepid, solid feelings and emotions taking me into volumes of poetry needed to be written by this mere poet alone on a solitary journey through a lonely life.