I sit at the table preparing to write,
The inks and pens surround me,
The blank page before me.
The words ready to flow on the page,
As I try to write them in beautiful scripts.
My mind goes into the formation of each letter,
The concentration intense.
Each line and curve in its place,
Each letter perfectly formed.
As I look at the words, checking each letter
And reading what they say,
It comes to me immediately,
I shud cheque the speling is write as wel.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2025 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I have been doing calligraphy for a while and find more often than not that the concentration I use to form the letters is so intense that the spelling of the words can be incorrect.
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
Good write Gold. If we type it too quickly, it may say godo writ. lol.
Thank you Orchi.
a case of concentrating too hard. A fun story.Well done
Thank You David.
Andy
A very relatable write, enjoyed the read
Most kind Tobani, thank you.
Andy
You are very welcome
That one got me Andy and made me smile. Calligraphy is such a time consuming art that an error can be quite annoying. Loved the humor to get a Sunday started
Glad I got you to smile soren as smiling can be infectious. Thank you.
Andy
A poem a day, a walk by the river, a round or two of croquet and now cali (wot ever - my spelling ain't up to much either). My admiration for your energy and enthusiasm knows no bounds, Andy.
(I've often wished I could do that stuff - my handwriting is like chicken scratchings gone wrong).
My normal handwriting is dreadfukl and has been complained about from my school days and forever. Thanks for your kind words Dave.
Andy
Fantastic work. The last line really made me smile.
It is great if I can make you smile Tom.
Andy
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