the pen travels
and I'm off
I'm going somehwere
anywhere is better than nowhere
I'm rolling by under stangnant clouds
Running down the cracked sidewalk
the pen travels
and I'm off
I break a threshold into a new place
to where I don't know, but it's someplace
The air is crisp and the trees are tall
And the sun is kissing my face

i really love the idea of this poem.

thanks for sharing.

Thank ya KJ

I like the construction of this one (I don't know jack about poetry, but I know what I like). Two groups of six lines, each beginning the same.

Also the way the first group is a bit darker... (nowhere, stagnant clouds, cracked sidewalk)
But the second group is much lighter... (new place, crisp air, tall trees, sun kissing your face)

Yeah, this was nice.

Thank you. You pointed out a lot of stuff that I hadn't noticed. Hmm.