A poem about writing and writing implements

[apoet]

I have posted below a poem that touches on this question



That sacred art of writing

When woman first uncovered
That sacred art of writing
She also then discovered
A medium quite exciting

The world has written much
Since first we scribbled darkly
There is beauty there to touch
It stands out very starkly

From rocky flints to Stylus
Our implements progressed
Our thoughts were far from flawless
But great questions we addressed

From the stylus to the pen
We wrote with all our might
And we would write it all again
For writing feels so right

The art of writing has died
Or so its commonly said
The computer commenced this slide
And we dare not look ahead

For days of old we yen
But this thing we should not dread
For writing lives not in the pen
But somewhere in our head




a poet

 

[JCSTREET]

I have posted below a poem that touches on this question



That sacred art of writing

When woman first uncovered
That sacred art of writing
She also then discovered
A medium quite exciting

The world has written much
Since first we scribbled darkly
There is beauty there to touch
It stands out very starkly

From rocky flints to Stylus
Our implements progressed
Our thoughts were far from flawless
But great questions we addressed

From the stylus to the pen
We wrote with all our might
And we would write it all again
For writing feels so right

The art of writing has died
Or so its commonly said
The computer commenced this slide
And we dare not look ahead

For days of old we yen
But this thing we should not dread
For writing lives not in the pen
But somewhere in our head




a poet

that is indeed a very charming poem indeed - normally I would eschew singsong rhyme but it works very we3ll as humor and satire

I use a quill from an Ethiopian goose which I jurture on tuna fish and lily buds

it seems to have an endless supply of quills so I don't believe PETA has any reasont ointervene.

I dip the quill in the blood of an Oryx--a particularly agile beast of the veldt (I just tap the jugular and draw down half a pint--it is fine after

and then I paint the light and shadow of her body in blood

Carl

(A-RH-pos)