papers shuffle themselves
typed words fumble their fingers
leave strange phrases
pens bow their tips to the page
reverent vessels leaking ink
edges tear from notebooks
right along the dotted line
(neatly neatly)
staples remove themselves
freed from the fold
typewriters click jokes into the air
laughing at themselves
word processors choose their own font
something stylish, they say
4 comments:
i keep so many blogs in my reader,, there are times i feel like i am "grading papers"... i want to say something personal and meaningful each and every time,, want to feel like me reading makes a difference.. i guess...
It does...
love this poem, I'm obsessed with
all writing materials, esp. enjoy:
pen bows their tips to the page,
reverent vessels leaking ink.
thank you Cynthia...yes, I enjoy thinking of them as alive, esp since I spend so many hours a day with those materials
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