Sunday, September 18, 2016

poem of the day September 18


I bought an old fountain pen
to wonder about the life within
It was Deco lined black mother pearl
Gold tip nib with top knot swirl
No pocket clip and rather small
Very tapered and easy to hold
What kind of words came forth?
A writer's prose or a bankers draft?
A poet's art or a child's craft?
Was the person boy or girl
happy or sad
neat or messy
within their world
All I know for sure
It's a well
used pen with a mystery
that hides within

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