Fountain Pen

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

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Elaine George

Date: 10/12/2009 7:09:00 AM

Very profound Senryu, Abe. Lainie

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 10/2/2009 3:51:00 PM

Love it!

Gert W. Knop

Date: 9/29/2009 2:32:00 PM

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

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 9/27/2009 10:30:00 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

Date: 9/25/2009 5:15:00 PM

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

John Freeman

Date: 9/25/2009 4:24:00 PM

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

Carrie Richards

Date: 9/25/2009 2:11:00 PM

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

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/25/2009 1:40:00 PM

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

Date: 9/25/2009 12:56:00 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

Haleigh Tate

Date: 9/25/2009 12:35:00 PM

sweet! i like it

Raul Moreno

Date: 9/25/2009 11:29:00 AM

That last line is outstanding, sounds like you described my pen...Raul