The Waves of Clementine

Ink

In a hand is a fountain pen
Beautiful and antique
And holding it is a writer
Inspirational and unique

Young they may be
But they has equanimity
Their mind is imaginative
Each word sparks with creativity

The beauty of black ink
A twisted painting on the thinnest of canvases
That describes anything from powerful warriors
To graceful fairy princesses

The smell of ink so strong
Pulling you in like an ocean's tide
To communicate to you every expression
And take you on a breathtaking ride

If you want to run away to another world
To live a life that feels true
Smell the ink and read its message
To see where it shall take you

*Authors Note*
I think it looks cooler as a poem handwritten, don't you?