Where has it gone?
The words and images this has created
The years of storage to see the light of day for just a moment
Have I written it all away?
Was it drawn in shapes and lines and smudged across countless pages?
let me grace your life for just a moment
and you may keep me safe forever in your treasure box of memories
Technology cannot replace the grace the skill the smell of my creativity
I will wait in your cupboard for all time
in whatever form I have become for you
Love, your indian ink
xx ♥ xx
I was prompted to write yet again by another Bubbler’s art.
This time I have gone to the Queen of Collaboration herself Kathleen and her simple photo of an empty Ink Bottle evoked this poem.
I felt such a wave of loss
of nostalgia at the loss of the ink
ink wells ink pens fountain pens quill
I admire the writers of pre biro times for not only their words but for their skill to write with ink – how frustrating for them how important their work was.
my poems My Beast and addicted to the written word sums it up better.
But I love my PC – I still write letters by hand though – it surprises people now days to receive them!
Thank you Kathleen for the inspiration to my words – to my work! :O) xx ♥ xx