A Pen
Growing up I loved to write. I wrote stories and series for myself and it would be pages among pages of hand written stories or books. I remember I had written 500 pages of a book more than ten years ago that I still open and edit. All of these were handwritten first. I would use a paper pad and a pen. I was was always very picky when it came to using the writing equipment. My journal has a specific pen I use otherwise it feels like I had committed a crime. I once bought a Swarovski pen specially for my leather journal. The weight of it was perfect, but I had written with smoother pens before. Yet, this pen reminded me that I can sparkle too because of course it had Swarovski crystals in it. I kept it in a box that I would take out every time I journaled. This was not my favorite pen though. The easiest pen I have ever used was from a company that you could purchase from Chapters/Indigo. It was called poppin because they had used bright, fun, colors to make writing supplies wonderful. I remember the first time I used it. I was in university and was in need of very good pens because I did not have a reliable laptop to carry to my classes. I picked up the box I bought and picked one out of the box. I took the little gel bead off the top that blocks the ink. I placed it on the paper and it started to flow, it was the most pleasant feeling I felt in a long time. As soon as it touched the paper the pen wanted to write more, it wrote so smoothly I immediately hid the other pens back into my backpack so no one could “borrow” it we all know that meant you were never seeing that pen again. The ink was deliciously smooth writing across my notebook. I wanted to keep going even after I was done. I started doodling and found joy in writing again. That’s how much a pen can change your day. I know it’s such an adult thing to say. I wrote with other pens too such as the frixion pens because an erasable pen that actually erases. All that’s left is the indent on the page how ingenious! I remember in elementary they were “erasable” but you could still see remnants of blue on the page and if you wrote on top of it, it looked sloppy.
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Yes, we do promise ourselves. Love this! 💌
Beautiful and hopeful.
Beautiful piece!
Congrats on 3rd most popular story this week, Hannah!!! 🎉
Fabulous work Hannah! Congrats on your Leaderboard placement!
Congratulations on placing third for Most Popular Stories on this week's leaderboard with this piece! Well done!
Beautiful poem!
A beautiful moment to capture in this haiku!! Well done Hannah!!
oh, wow, Hannah! This one produced a lot of rippling thoughts. very well done
Oof. I felt this one in my heart. Wonderfully done.
Keeping spirits up but struggling; I can sense the optimism pushing through the haze 🥰
Can’t say I hate living in the country where I can breathe. Awesome Haiku
This is caught in a sharp place between optimism and cynicism and I love it 😁
Ugh. Reminds me of how the skies looked here when we got the smoke from the wildfires.
Gosh I felt this one. Sallow sickly - fantastic word combination. This was excellent. Hope you’re ok Hannah. Was just thinking about you this morning actually and hoping you’d be writing something new.
We promise ourselves things with get better. Interesting Sky-ku.
Boy does this Haiku put the Sky-ku Challenge into perspective, Hannah! Very sobering indeed!
Excellent poem & great image… it would be hideous to have to live there!
Nice to see something new from you! felt this sombre piece!
I agree with Andrea. We need better air quality. It's terrible when the haze that originates in the peatlands in Indonesia hits Singapore.
Potent verse. If only we could change everything around us and everyone began fighting for better air quality and a safer environment. If only.
Wonderful haiku! 💥
Really need some blue skies somewhere, they better not all be gray. deep delusions of blueness. Well said.
So that's being positive or being delusional? Lol. Loved your Haiku!