I Cherish the Sound

I cherish the sound as it falls on my ears
Of a fresh pen on paper
As I resist strong tears

I like my new pen
With it's fine rippling ink
Within my control
Flowing out what I think

Sitting, wondering, er pondering anew
Five days of PAD challenge
What are the poets to do?

A gaze at my new notebook
With a crisp new page
Sculpting my new poem
Poets' out of its cage

A nice trendy ride for twenty five days
To see the inner poet
expressed many ways

From free to shadorma
To triolets to lune
Maybe we'll cross pens
Sometime..
Perhaps real soon