The simple joy that one can find
In writing on a card from time to time
As my heart gets poured out
And the fancy pen I use leaves a stain when closed
Its hard to wonder if this tradition will remain the same
As our world becomes ever more digital
Can I express thought freely with a signal?
Will the Hallmark shop I found randomly in an obscure place withstand this digital revolt?
Or will the death of retail
Lead to the death of writing
Yet still I am here blowing on inky flicks and writing quirks
I'd say cards will go down fighting!
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Author:
Lord Montgomery (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my first crack at writing a poem. It is a short little food for thought piece that I was inspired to write as I am sitting down and begging to write some greeting cards!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Which will go first? The Hallmark shop or my cramped hand reduced to pigeon scratchings? The keyboard, the keyboard - gimme the keyboard, m'lord.
Would we say cramped hand or cramped paw?
No, we won't. My picture/avatar is believe it or not is only coincidentally a dog - it's more essential features are a wink and licking chops. I'm Dave....are you Montgomery or Monty or....? LOL
Good write M.
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