Thursday, January 1, 2015

Mrs. Quill & Mr. Inkpot

“For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.”   
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

"Quill and Ink" from Gallery Hip
Words hold so much meaning to a quill
Because it gives her a chance to mingle
With the likes of hunky ink pot,
And on occasions where parchment is necessary
The quill and ink mate together well;
Like two rivers swirling in a rapid dance.
As the quill and ink ages through the years
They can look back at what they have wrote
And continue that story into the future.
I mean that is what writing is all about right?
Continuing one's life story from one year
All the way into the next, without regrets.

This is my submission for Imaginary Garden's Happy New Year challenge

26 comments:

  1. "hunky ink pot" made me chuckle. And it is true that we continue our life story from one year All the way into the next, hopefully without regrets. : ) Nice

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    1. Thanks, I figured that would put a little humor into it.

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  2. "...without regrets." We can.

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  3. winky-smile for the hunky ink-pot. ;)

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    1. (ha ha) Yeah I thought that would be kind of funny to personify. :)

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  4. This is clever....had to smile at the hunky ink pot!

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    1. Thank you, I'm glad that you could indulge into my humor a bit.

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  5. "...without regrets." That's a tall order! Happy New Year, Kenn.

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    1. Yeah it can be, but I've made it so that I'm always putting my best foot forward and forgetting the past. Nothing brighter than the future.

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  6. "hunky ink pot" made me smile. It is quite a union we poets form with quill and ink. Love this! Thanks so much for taking part in the challenge.

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    1. Thank you so much for the lovely comment Susie! I'm glad to have participated.

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  7. I feel the evolution of the ink and quil going forth into years, maybe that's how inspiration grows. Let not the new year hinder us to go forth.

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    1. We do get wiser the older we get, so it made sense that our inspiration would grow with it.

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  8. Some neat images here as others point out. Your poem depicts a wonderful relationship person to person, artist to creativity and pen to paper. Write on!

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    1. I'm glad that I could capture the way I depicted being a writer for everyone to read. Creativity is something that makes the world go round.

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  9. Kenn, this is wonderful. I love the way the words flow... I see the dance--the love--between ink and quill and parchment, their future (mildly dry selves) looking back at the stories they wrote into life.

    And that image is perfect!

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    1. Originally I was thinking of using photographs in order to convey this personification, but I felt that the quill and ink pot was more indulgent into the atmosphere of a writer. Thank you for the wonderful comment Maggie! :)

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  10. I, too, got a kick out of the hunky ink pot!

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    1. Yeah that seems to be the magnificent line that stands out from all the comments that I have read (ha ha).

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  11. Excellent metaphor, well-expressed.

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  12. Aren't some of the best novels full of regrets ? :)

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    1. Yes there are loads of novels with characters regretting their decisions. That is what makes for an interesting story, all the drama.

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