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Poetry Has Lost Its Pen

Blank is the paper for which I write
I write with a pen no more
You penned this well they say
But all I see is a blank piece of paper

In front of me
My pen has plenty of ink to write
Now they will say you compute this well
The well is empty of ink unless you need to print

Push a button then all shall see
My pen is a computer and not me
The written word no longer has flare
It has formatting and syllable checking

The pen is no longer there we have lost
Our Pen and Flare

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Quoth Theraven

Date: 7/10/2019 9:23:00 AM

Bobby, I like this poem. I miss inkwells. You can't dip ponytails in ink-less keyboard hijinks.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/18/2019 12:13:00 AM

I still compose my poetry by had first, before typing it on the computer. The computer does make life easier tho. I enjoyed this Bobby. I hope you are well? xxoo

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/1/2019 9:32:00 AM

This is even better the second time around. It resonates more too! (soupmail). Blessings, Gershon

Constance La France

Date: 3/13/2019 12:20:00 PM

Bobby, so true, but I am one of those odd poets who still write my poem in a journal first before I start hitting the keyboard. I carry my journal everywhere just in case inspiration strikes, but I do not use a pen, but a pencil, I call it my magic pencil cause it can erase !

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/10/2019 8:48:00 PM

Love the title,...and lament the loss. Well-said, my friend. ~ Gershon

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 3/8/2019 12:33:00 PM

Hi Bobby, never a truer word spoken - writing with a pen has become a thing of the past, although I must admit I always carry a notebook with me. Great write, Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/8/2019 6:57:00 AM

I hand write almost every poem first unless I am sitting at the typewriter and Trixie my muse takes over. She likes typing best. This is how I know whether it is me or Trixie doing the creating.