Zen with a fountain pen
After weeks and weeks of thinking it over
I decided to get a pen
It was orange and shiny
Felt mighty fine and I
Justified it with "writing to no end"
While I awaited
For my delivery in patience
I dreamed of Kanji calligraphy
For fine lines and signatures
My constant companion, it would be
When it finally arrived
I couldn't contain my joy
So I opened the cap and began
Anticlimactic, to my dismay
What came was an invisible line
A squiggle, a scratch - nothing
I jerked it up and down,
pressed the cartridge all around
And tried once again - nothing
So I consulted the internet
"Hold the pen two inches above the paper,
and gently let your hand glide
From side to side"
It said
So I loosened my grip,
Poised from the tip to the nib
And finally gave it a go
Lo and behold! Google was right
Seamlessly my ink started to flow
And so that was my night
A lesson in zen with a pen
I decided to get a pen
It was orange and shiny
Felt mighty fine and I
Justified it with "writing to no end"
While I awaited
For my delivery in patience
I dreamed of Kanji calligraphy
For fine lines and signatures
My constant companion, it would be
When it finally arrived
I couldn't contain my joy
So I opened the cap and began
Anticlimactic, to my dismay
What came was an invisible line
A squiggle, a scratch - nothing
I jerked it up and down,
pressed the cartridge all around
And tried once again - nothing
So I consulted the internet
"Hold the pen two inches above the paper,
and gently let your hand glide
From side to side"
It said
So I loosened my grip,
Poised from the tip to the nib
And finally gave it a go
Lo and behold! Google was right
Seamlessly my ink started to flow
And so that was my night
A lesson in zen with a pen
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