Thoughts on writing

Something was off course a leak sprang,
as if the phone was off hook but still rang.
Then the point came that we're not flat tipped,
acting as if our ball points weren't stripped.
Pressing, typing inkless the words made,
needing power for them to be displayed.
Coming is the lost art of the written word,
digitized letters the inked writing obscured.
This had me buying note pads and coloured pens,
writing the words that will last past the cleanse,
of the pencils, pens, markers, and writing tools,
inking the written words to the alphabetic rules.