No vellum nor ink, I use.
NO, my pen is asleep
nicely tucked in holder.
Still my poet mind wanders,
destined to scribe visions on screen white.

Colors are a finger tip away.
Type face can change in an instance.
Modern technology prevails
But still its the same
for poet who travels in thoughts.
For word brick layer to travel into heart.
Their stacks build for grand scenes
to manifest on computer
as heart is unloaded.
and one key sends it outward
for many to read
across the globe.