A Pen
Growing up I loved to write. I wrote stories and series for myself and it would be pages among pages of hand written stories or books. I remember I had written 500 pages of a book more than ten years ago that I still open and edit. All of these were handwritten first. I would use a paper pad and a pen. I was was always very picky when it came to using the writing equipment. My journal has a specific pen I use otherwise it feels like I had committed a crime. I once bought a Swarovski pen specially for my leather journal. The weight of it was perfect, but I had written with smoother pens before. Yet, this pen reminded me that I can sparkle too because of course it had Swarovski crystals in it. I kept it in a box that I would take out every time I journaled. This was not my favorite pen though. The easiest pen I have ever used was from a company that you could purchase from Chapters/Indigo. It was called poppin because they had used bright, fun, colors to make writing supplies wonderful. I remember the first time I used it. I was in university and was in need of very good pens because I did not have a reliable laptop to carry to my classes. I picked up the box I bought and picked one out of the box. I took the little gel bead off the top that blocks the ink. I placed it on the paper and it started to flow, it was the most pleasant feeling I felt in a long time. As soon as it touched the paper the pen wanted to write more, it wrote so smoothly I immediately hid the other pens back into my backpack so no one could “borrow” it we all know that meant you were never seeing that pen again. The ink was deliciously smooth writing across my notebook. I wanted to keep going even after I was done. I started doodling and found joy in writing again. That’s how much a pen can change your day. I know it’s such an adult thing to say. I wrote with other pens too such as the frixion pens because an erasable pen that actually erases. All that’s left is the indent on the page how ingenious! I remember in elementary they were “erasable” but you could still see remnants of blue on the page and if you wrote on top of it, it looked sloppy.
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This is a good jolt to the soul! There is meaning and life matters, so go forth and act accordingly to that understanding! Wonderfully wrought, Paul!
This was eye opening. What a great reminder to us all. That even though we’ve got all these distractions, it still stand, that our existence matters more. That even though we can choose to ignore these distractions, the one thing we can’t ignore, is the statement of existence. This was motivating, and it keeps us accountable. We must do something with our existence, something meaningful, something that will change the world. Well done Paul 👌🏽
This one got my stream of consciousness going. This is one of those abstract surreal pieces that I have to sit down and ponder. Great work Paul.
This really got me thinking. Thanks for making me feel like I matter today 😀
Is it a wave or a particle? Which path does it take to its destination? Either, both & every path. It remains undetermined until it is observed.
This poem certainly matters, as do all of us! Well said, Paul.
To making the most of it!
Yes it does, whether we know it or not. Beautifully said
beautiful poem
I love this, Paul :)