Neath My Pen

Happy Valentine's Day, Kitten.

As my heart finds its way to you,
so does my pen; encoding passion
in trails of ink. Confined to quiet sheet'd
entombment till poetic imagery is awakened
on the crowded streets of interpretation.

What definition, then, shall I leave of you?
Should it be modest, or shall it be flamboyant?
This pen speaks honestly, so whichever is left,
know it will be of the most sincere cloth.

Then again, my heart knows you and its love for you,
to be boundless. Let me commit a grave injustice
should I limit my pen to the spectrum of one emotion.
Where else, but a page should you exist as I see you...
grand wonderment, in every fixation. Is this pen prepared
for the clutch of an obsessed heart, venting through
aching fingers awaiting a sweet release that never comes?

I want to paint you golden with black ink... as the Sun.
Only always afixed, nearer nor further from either goal.
With no horizons to fall behind, no cloud clusters
to obstruct your radiance. In days of you, I feel no rain.

Let this pen ship you to the stars, I will write still, of you,
of the trip, till I am drinking the dregs of my own
depleted ink wells; maniacally wondering, where has all the
ink gone. Less words themselves abandon me, I shall pen you
without pause. Through the blackest ink, the light of you
will project itself into the world, from neath my pen.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Be still my heart...."I want to paint you golden with black ink... as the Sun"

You've painted the most elegant of Valentine's here Travis, straight from the heart, with light and dark shades, just as love is, a boundless fixation indeed. Whoever kitten is, she's a very lucky woman. Happy day to you both.... 'depleted ink well', let's hope never and oh my! Outstanding my friend.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so much, Freida. You always boost my ego in this arena... I'm glad you enjoyed it, haven't written prose in a while. I guess I can stop sweating now. Lol

[Frieda P]

No sweat necessary at all Travis, you always ace your stuff, you must be breathing in those fumes from the turnpike hon. ha ;-)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

You might be right. Lol

[Frieda P]

Ha I'm always right, I'm a woman! ;-P haha

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I won't argue with that. Lol

[Astro]

Hey man, this was awesome, that 'sentiment drips' undoubtedly. I enjoyed many of your lines especially, "on the crowded streets of interpretation" and that wonderful final statement, "Through the black of ink, the light of you
will project itself into the world, from neath my pen."

Great job.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks, Astro I'm glad you were able to enjoy it. It's been awhile since I had my hand in prose, it's humbling to know it came out well.

[Draven]

totally prfect. pure bliss.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, your thoughts are humbling.

[Renée]

My Goodness Travis ! Such devotion & passion encompassing all that is love..so perfectly written that I am awed ..

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Renee you truly do honor me with such an incredible thought.

[Renée]

Paused again, Still as beautiful as ever!

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, again... I'm happy to know if can endure even time.

[kublakhan27]

True brilliance...you bring so many different emotions and sentiments to life here with an incredibly vivid voice. There is a timeless feel to it as well, like it could have been written in any era and not be out of place when compared to whatever style of poetry is in vogue at the time. This is definitely a piece for my library...awesome work.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks, I am humbled beyond measure. I can't say enough to express how glad I am that you think so highly of this piece. I appreciate you leaving me with such honest thoughts.

[Rita L. Sev]

In days of you, I feel no rain...

Travis, this is what romance poetry should be. Gorgeously worded, your emotions clear and shining in your brilliant metaphor. This is a stellar write!

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so much, Rita thoughts such as yours are as great a reward I could ask for.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes, I too am impressed with your word smith. I like the way you allude to your words and leave us guessing. Remakable poetry.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so much, I'm very much humbled.

[Allelujah]

Again I am impressed with yet another masterpiece of a true word Smith..Masterful ink

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

And again, you have humbled me greatly.

[Stella Armour]

wow! i love everything about this poem of love, it spills emotion in every line.. a really heartfelt write.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so much, Stella!

[icelandicblue]

There is tremendous romance in creating images with words:

I want to paint you golden with black ink... as the Sun.
Only always afixed, nearer nor further from either goal.
With no horizons to fall behind, no cloud clusters
to obstruct your radiance. In days of you, I feel no rain.

I loved the whole poem but this stanza made me sigh. Your work never ceases to amaze me. You have such depth and breadth of emotion and imagery and it continues to deepen and widen with each poem that you write.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you... truly. Your words always drive me to improve. I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

[Shirlena]

Are you talking about poetry here cause I know she is fainting right now and if it's a woman then she feels she has been kissed with an onslaught of gorgeous ink. This is absolutely love lavish and brilliant.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so much, Shirlena. I appreciate your visit as much as your inspiring thoughts on this piece.

[Shirlena]

You're welcomed :)