A Pen's Journey Poem by OTONYE DANIEL

Painted phonemes..
That grow into fine words..
Then phrases.. To clauses..
Which grow into loquacious teenagers.. 'Sentences'..
That march and dance and play..
And mature into paragraphs..
On stages called boards, papers and slates..
They dance to the rhythm of an emotional heart..
How blissful it is..
To watch an alphabet sprout..
'Tmay be 'a' or 'b'..
Or 'y' or 'z'..
A weak consonant or a vowel stout..
How sweet it is to watch such grow..
Into an array of dancing letters..
Upon pages, and pages..
Creating beautiful fine trails..
For eyes to run on..
And hearts to follow..
Truly the journey of a happy pen is a blissful sight..