NaPoWriMo: inanimate love poem

It shapes his thoughts into wordless pictures
that single day, weeks, maybe
moths of his manic crazed (and turtured sometimes)
feelings of differing moods of his characters;
in his pen there’s nothing he can’t do: bees
ad dogs ad the sun do his bidding, space and time
is nothing to him and the pen.

More inanimate love poem prompt posts @ NaPoWriMo Site and WritersDigest

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