QKJ 14: Someone has given you a fine pen. My response:
Pen[wo]manship
I would add it to my collection
of fine pens
the lovely calligraphy nibs
that lay waiting for the day
I dip pen in inkwell
place cartridge in shaft
take up again what
I once thought my calling
now just a whisper
a marker or twelve
a portfolio
a remembory
* play on a Laurel and Hardy line, often misquoted. The actual line is: “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into,” not “fine mess” as is often used.
© Lorraine
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
January 16, 2017 at 2:37 pm
“now just a whisper” — but a beautiful one. Sometimes whispers speak louder than shout.
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January 18, 2017 at 12:12 am
They carry far in tiny echoes.
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January 16, 2017 at 12:24 pm
Ah, permission to play — how wonderous. We all need to make playdates with ourselves.
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January 15, 2017 at 10:45 am
seems many have an affection/affliction for writing implements, paper and all things, crayons?
sorry, my head is wandering into “silly spate” mode …. but once upon a time, I loved collecting pens and papers and all that stuff too ….. now, hands are a bitch, so the only way I can comfortably, and not for long, scratch the itch, is with Sharpies.
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January 15, 2017 at 11:17 am
I started “colouring” — was interested and had a book before it became all the rage. Yes, I have two boxes of crayons, but not the 120 colour set Jennifer Wells has. I also collect blank books, journals, and I’ve given away boxes of paper.
Twins separated at birth a decade or so apart? Or as the old Dan Fogelberg album: “Twin Sons of Different Mothers”
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January 15, 2017 at 11:34 am
LOL …. I swear, I’d get into “trouble” because I would collect and collect but rarely wanted to use the stuff …. I love the perfection of a new box of crayons, all the colours smartly soldiered in a row …. but I was such a (insert many swear words) neurotic little kid, on the inside, while seeming more or less “normal” on the outside, that I never wanted to “play” too much, because I was never “perfect” ….. the “too much but never good enough” syndrome …. but still, when the impulse really takes over, call me Ms. Messy and plaster a smile on my face ;)
I’d be the same way …. but then, it’s not easy to “play God” and create when you’re never truly supported …. so ….
“You are hereby granted by all the powers invested in the divine universe to go forth and creatively cosmically play to your heart’s contentment, without judgement, and in total support of all endeavours, as you see fit” …..
to self-quote, not in direct relation to this particular topic, but it can apply equally well …. “go forth and recreate all you want; stop the bloody procreation, but recreate all you want” … ;)
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