Fountain Pen
Fountain Pen
your fingers
on your fountain pen
connect you
to fantasies
to dreams
a flying carpet
to universes unknown
you see the world
differently
you see both sides
of the moon
at the same time
as you dip
into the ink well
the sun begins to rise
from the west
comes back
to set in the west
for eons it comes home
different setting
each time
you can see
through the thick fog
mirages
begin to form beautiful
colourful images
as well the
water fountains
in the parks
in the plazas
in your garden nook
in your hearth
In your heart
you see rainbows
uncurl
at sunrises
auroras
now a palette
of pulsating
spectrum hues
the fountain pen
in your hand
a joy to behold
a gift from the heart
a flying carpet
to universes unknown
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(c)NDR2.3.2021
Photo: Jess Gopez, Tau Alphan fountain pen amoureux
Poem inspired by Brod JessG and all the Tau Alphans in the chats site who vibrantly participated extolling the beauty and elegance of the fountain pen.
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Olga Gavrilovskiy
4aI still rely on pen and paper to write out my poems first, before they get typed and stored away on the computer :-)
Nelson D Reyes
4aThank you Olga for visiting. Love it that you love as well using fountain pens. It’s inescapable the delight it gives you from the intimacy of the paper, the ink and the pen helping you put together your thoughts. Glad you liked this poem.
Robert L. Martin
4aImagination, what a great asset.
Nelson D Reyes
4aBoundless. Thanks Robert.
Charlotte B. Williams
4aSo true. I’m holding one in my hand as I’m reading this. We do lots of writing don’t we ?Sometimes we don’t know what, and then all of a sudden there it is another verse, poem, song. I thank the Creator for giving us this gift. Enjoyed this. Thanks.