Fountain Pen

reservoir feeds nib
voices of laugh, cry, death, life .......
liquid spirit speaks

on writing and wordssenryu

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Elaine George

October 12, 2009 at 7:09 AM

Very profound Senryu, Abe. Lainie

Doris Culverhouse

October 2, 2009 at 3:51 PM

Love it!

Gert W. Knop

September 29, 2009 at 2:32 PM

What would be poets do without a fountain pen? Nice Senryu, Abe and thank you for you comments...Gert

Charmaine Chircop

September 27, 2009 at 10:30 AM

Whats with that fountain pen?:)what a mixture of voices echoing in verses by the needed pen...liquid spirit speaks,this line love this last line Abe--Charma

Debbie Guzzi

September 25, 2009 at 5:15 PM

yes, it so like life's blood aye? Light & Love

John Freeman

September 25, 2009 at 4:24 PM

The pen becomes a fountain, of heart's gin. Smile, Sincerely Moses

Carrie Richards

September 25, 2009 at 2:11 PM

What a great subject to write about....the pen that expresses life's joys and sorrows! A thoughtful poem! ~ Love, Carrie

Sara Kendrick

September 25, 2009 at 1:40 PM

Very inspirig piece here. I like the use of the word nib. Keep writing. Sara

September 25, 2009 at 12:56 PM

Interesting perspective. I like the inner poem--title and last line. Much said in just three lines. Thank you for sharing them with us. Have a wonderful weekend. Karen