Writer’s Tools
A Writer’s Tools have changed
There has been so much gain
But a nagging hint of nostalgia remains
Cutting reeds and shaping quills
Pounded pigments, rainwater, ash-filled
Stretching animal hides
Leaving in the sun to dry
Crackling scratches on dried parchment
One slip, the writer’s lament
Start again, know not when
The price of dripping Indigo ink
Naught drying, naught sprinkling with sand
Naught scribing, brings one to the brink
… Of insanity
New files, pixels, point sizes, layout
A better system, no doubt
Save, Open, Save As, Download
Copy without a camera or a copier reload
Cut without a knife; paste with no glue
The decision to see it through
Or delete and try again
It doesn’t matter when
Save or not to save?
In a hurry, Save and and go away…try another day
Creativity has not changed
Only the functions of the brain
More freedom for the laymen
More chances to begin again
Then, finally, the perfect words you trust
All gobbled up by a cyber virus.
No heart to try again
Perhaps a quill, ink, or pen?
Mayhaps…
Comparisons of the old and the new, pros and cons…
