Sourse: WeHartIt
When I begin a new poem
or a new short story I
reach for a blank journal
I have to feel the words
flowing from my pen to
the paper and experience
the sensation of writing
by hand filling the page
with those squiggles we
learned to make and form
words for others to read
I don’t edit in the journal
that happens on the computer
screen as I transfer what
was created by my fingers
holding a favorite pen
onto that electronic blank
page which allows me
to share my creative side
In a sad way, it hurts
to not be able to share
what I write in my own hand
Not that it loses something
in transition, but it is so
much less personal to
see my words in Arial
or Garamond than it is
my longhand …
Maybe the Monks
had it right all along …
Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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