No. 2
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It is the permanence of ink
The stain upon parchment
Iron gull faded to brown
Good witness to every writer’s dreams
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Our treasured metaphor
Images of hand-written beauty
The calligraphy of emotions
Our scriptured script of life
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The pen the mighty source
Of wisdom wrapped in words
And our lives are drawn in detail
With the perfect cursive flair
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But our spirit animal it is not
We are but a penciled scrawl
Life constant in its sharpening
Renewing the point of our days
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A hasty blocked print
Dusted in the crumbs of erasure
Mistakes obvious and expected
Always a chance to improve
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It is only in our minds
In our far-flung hopes and dreams
That our words are more
Than the graphite left behind
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
I love this metaphor and yes, most thing in life are pencil, not pen
Thanks Beth! You always get what I am trying to say. I appreciate you!
I like the analogy as well; we can always change what we are doing.
Your poem made me think of a question – do you write your poems first by hand and then type them, or do you create them directly on your computer?
On rare occasions when my laptop is not with me, I may chance a verse or a few lines, but I usually write directly to the computer. Thanks for all the support Jim!
thanks for letting me know!
My dearest poet, your words are definitely more than that 🌹🤗. They are splendid and meaningful. They stay with the reader.
Thanks my dear friend! You are always supportive and kind. I hope you are well and happy! xoxoxo
My pleasure Brad. I hope you are well and happy too 🌹
A great metaphor Brad and a very profound and lovely work!
Thank you brother!
My pleasure my brother!
My life is written in ink with a quill. Or magic marker.
That is what we would all like to think….I hope for you it is more true! Stay well, little one!