Rye Road: Testing, Testing... (The Fountain Pen Poem)
Rye Road: Testing, Testing
Black cartridges in hardly used
fountain pen - new spiral
notebook - a quiet block
of flats, dark & rainy Sunday
night, books laid aside
and computer turned off. CNN
done with deaths in India
& Iraq, ringing tone switched
off on cellphone & pineapple
rings eaten from the can --
testing, testing: is more
needed tonight? Will the swish
of nib on lined paper
fill this Sunday up
to the brim? Certainly
the Schneider cartridges work
well in a Pelikano pen
-- testing, testing. A drop
of rain slams against the window,
the mattress creaks in Flat 1313
& the ink flows and fills
the page exactly. The lift
hums on the landing, moves upwards.
posted by Aisha | 10:56 PM
6 Comments:
Aisha
I'm copying this and want to study it..I'll get back to you...
This has your name stamped all over it....and that's a good thing
Jerry
Thank you, Jerry...hmmmm, at least it's not splashes of ink all over :)
Oh, yes, this si Shister's! Incredible how you can create poetry from such a simple action.
I like the chronicle tone of it.
thank you, Paula...gonna check yours, Wingtips...long time, no talk.
Aisha
I love this! You make the page a canvas and the pen paint. How the poem fills up the page exactly, like pulling into the driveway just as the song on the radio ends, this is the synchronicity you know you had a hand in but not on your own--maybe through grace. Again, I just love it.
Carol
yes I know, Carol -- that grace thing.
thanks :)
Aisha
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