A short poem about a pen

[fpupulin]

Strange holidays in Italy this year, confined in the house of my dear old parents to give my brothers a little change for their summer holidays.

 

From home, from the garden, I see days of sun and storm going by, the flowers blooming and then languishing in the hot afternoons. Like Hölderlin looking out from his tower on the Neckar, I watch the summer that goes by slowly.

 

And then I grab my beloved pen and write some meager verse dedicated to my silent companion, and patiently transcribe them in well-formed letters so that even my pen can shine with her talents.

 

 

 

[Paul-in-SF]

An interesting sentiment, beautifully written. Oh what a world that has such pens in it, and such writing. Thank you for sharing. 

[NoType]

Long have I, and undoubtedly all who peruse your inspiring and oftentimes eye-popping posts, enjoyed your numerous contributions to this forum, be they artistic, scientific, literary, thought-provoking, pleasurable, or any combination thereof.

We all are deeply indebted to you for the light you shine on our days, but I would be utterly remiss if I did not express my sincere gratitude.

[random_display_name]

12 hours ago, NoType said:

"...We all are deeply indebted to you for the light you shine on our days, but I would be utterly remiss if I did not express my sincere gratitude..."

 

Indeed!  Light shone here.  I will bookmark and come back to your poem...

 

Simply put:  Thank you.

[Toll]

A very beautiful contribution, on several levels, to the Montblanc forum. Yes, thank you. 

[Frank C]

That is a lovely poem and very thought-provoking. I looked at my fountain pens and wondered how many poems, love letters, statements, and flourishes are in them. 

 

It is hard enough to write a poem in one's native tongue. Writing a beautiful poem in a foreign language is a tremendous accomplishment. 

 

Thanks for posting this.

[como]

@fpupulin sentimental and beautifully written, Franco. I can very much relate to your “strange holidays”. We live in unusual times. Also the summer weather has been volatile. Lately we have had lots of thunderstorms and rain in the afternoon and at night. In between sometimes it gets sunny! Many want to travel but are hesitant. The other day I sat in the garden looking on to the lake (very high water) and look up and watch the clouds go by. I felt a bit of a strange summer.

 

You described so well the reasons why so many of us are in love with fountain pens. Words already written, words yet to put down... And the beauty of the pens themselves.

[mizgeorge]

Lovely, Franco - thank you. 

[Wolverine1]

Franco- lovely poem, and again your penmanship never ceases to amaze.

Thank you very much for sharing your literary and artistic talents with us. Thank you.

-Sid

[fpupulin]

Dear pen pals:

 

     I want to thank you all for your kind words. You have been my first "pen family" and for me it is quite natural to post here my thoughts and my divertimenti. I am really happy that some of you have found this "poetic" and unusual post interesting: it is a great satisfaction!

 

    In particular, NoType, thank you for your fine words, carefully chosen and pondered, which I found very stimulating.

 

     FrankC, I made the effort, but I am not sure at all if in a language that is not mine my words mean anything that vaguely corresponds to my thoughts... Thank you, anyway, for you kind and welcome support.

 

    Our summers must be quite similar, como, as you description of the weather well corresponds to what I see in the garden here. And I guess that also our way to look at our pens is not so different...

 

    Wolverine1, I am just a dilettante, in the good sense of this Italian word, that at the same time means that one is not a professional in something, but also that he takes a lot of diletto, delight, in doing it...

[meiers]

I LIKE IT.

 

[Calabria]

What a deep appreciation of life in your poem, post, and commentary.

 

We live in strange times in which the word “dilettante” and “amateur” have taken on such negative connotations. I am proud to have many hobbies and consider myself an amateur in many things.