before the ink runs dry

arqios



Some words live best
in the weight of paper
and the scent of ink.
 
This piece remembers
the feel of writing
before the world went weightless.
 
I wrote when ink could smudge,
when paper drank each word like rain,
and margins bloomed with afterthoughts
in the tilt of a hurried hand.
 
Now letters glow in silent rows—
no scent of pulp, no weight of page—
only the pause of a waiting pen
and the arc of an unseen cloud.
 
Still I dream of the press’s breath,
of type that bites and leaves its mark,
of holding something warm and real
before the quill falls silent.
 
 
 
 
 


 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Wow!! what a great metaphor Cryptic that puts all my feelings about technology into perspective. The use of smell, touch, the very soaking up of ink into the dry paper. The biting of the press. All so sensual I loved it. A fave my friend

    • arqios

      That's excellent to hear, Soren. Thank you🙏🕊️

      • sorenbarrett

        It is my pleasure on such an excellent poem such a pleasure to read

      • Thomas W Case

        Superb work.

        • arqios

          Thanks, Thomas 🙏🏻🕊️

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          arqios… this carries a quiet nostalgia…that contrast between weight and weightless holding everything together. It feels grounded, like remembering something you didn’t realize you missed. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

          • arqios

            Thank you dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️

          • orchidee

            Good write A. On some sites, there's an option to choose 'white' as a colour for the text. Eh? how we gonna read it? Invisible poems, like that one I wrote with about 3,647 verses and no words in it at all. lol.

            • arqios

              White shadow 🙏🏻🕊️

              • orchidee

                Or - Good wr......... (my ink ran out. lol).

                • arqios

                  Here, pots of fresh ink for you 😇

                • Friendship

                  Great job.

                  • arqios

                    Thanks, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️

                  • Kevin Hulme

                    A fave to be sure. 'And Margins bloomed with afterthoughts'. In my Bedroom near my Books I have a framed picture of Dickens: at a desk, Quill in hand.
                    It's like these Books you can get on a Tablet.
                    But that doesn't beat the feel of a Book Physically. Or the smell of the pages.
                    Your Poem said it all . Old School.

                    • arqios

                      Thanks Kevin, the analog world still has so much going for it and utilising the best of both worlds appears to promise great fulfilment 🙏🏻🕊️

                      • Kevin Hulme

                        Yes that's true.

                      • Poetic Licence

                        A wonderful write, as someone who is not that in touch with technology willingly, i can see the nostalgia within these words. Reminds of when i first starting writing and the ink pots on my school desk, Pleasure to read.

                        • arqios

                          Hello! Missed you dear friend! Yes, and the blotting and staining and adventure all rolled into one. Quite a contrast to touchscreens and charging stations 🙏🏻🕊️

                          • Poetic Licence

                            A different world

                          • RSM0812

                            One of the best poetic descriptions of the poet i have ever read. It filled my mind with historical reference, modern thought and a bleeding quil.

                            • arqios

                              Thanks for this delight 🙏🏻🕊



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