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 
this is wonderful, brad. as you know, I’m a huge fan of the tools we use for writing and your poem connects them to our lives so well.
Thank you, Beth! Your recent post inspired me to repost this.
I’m glad to hear –
Now our thoughts become ephemera; a series of ones and zeros – not even “real” ones and zeros but the “GUI” representations of countless “ons” and “offs” – stored at somebody else’s expense. Ha ha ; )
Good morning, Brad.
That is why I think I still love the feel and weight of a real book. Thank you, Sudra!
Always sharpening, always improving, we are more than the graphite left behind…beautiful, Brad. Thank you! 🥰🤗
Thank you, Karla! Much love! 🥰
You’re welcome, Brad! ❤️🤗
Brad, no doubt in my mind that we are nothing left behind, we are always moving forward, far more than a mere thing like graphite, ink, stone…
So true, my friend! Words and art can reflect our spirit, but not capture it.
True my friend.
This is so beautiful, Brad! I love the metaphors. Well done, as always.
Thank you, Kristian!
Lovely piece Brad. I think my work will be read when I am gone by someone. It might just be my daughter and grandchildren. My spirit will live for an eternity though. Sending big hugs 🤗 Jonikins
Thank you, Jonikins! Big hugs to you!