A pad of paper and a pen––
when these two meet, new worlds begin.
Born in the head of one who writes,
each magic word many more ignites
until at last, the story’s told,
once more as in days of old.
How many years may it have been
since first a poet lifted pen?
May I invite you to lift your pen to comment below?
The SOCS Prompt this week is “Pad.”

Lovely poem. The cadence and reflections reminded me of Robert Frost. 💕
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How lovely to be mentioned in the same sentence as Robert Frost! Thanks, Susan.
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That really works well, Judy.
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Thanks, Esther.
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I like this very much.
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Thanks, Martha. You seem fond of pen applied to paper yourself.. or at the least, finger to key.
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This is true — I never write by hand. I will do all kinds of strange things if I start that.
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I don’t either, unless I’m in a workshop and don’t have my computer. Pen and paper is sorta metaphoric for me!
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Me too. 🙂
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I love this idea to penning poetry on paper.
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I think you’ve done a bit of it yourself, Sadje.
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Thanks a lot Judy
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Judy, I love this contemplative poem celebrating the written word, the rhythm and structure also give it a sense of timelessness💕
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Now I need to read it again taking your comments into account! Thanks, poet!
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😅
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Such a lovely piece.
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Thanks, Laura.
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This past Tuesday, I filled out a simple bank form, which kind of squeezed my right hand veins badly.
Which reminded that I used to be a pen/pencil person back in the academic era of my life.
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We pretty much had to be back then…except for typewriters.
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Delightful.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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