The Scribbler [Poetry]

What a lonely art;
that of a scribbler and ink stainer.
An artist speaks of the beauty
his subject possesses as he
immortalizes her upon a canvas,
and a musician laments to all
who hear,
but a writer speaks
only to her page.
This ink I stain is lonely, 
this page blank without my company,
this art requiring on myself, 
a thoughtful mind,
and a means to scribe.
What a lonely art, that of a scribbler,
but with every word you, dear reader, see,
I find myself less alone.

© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush