Pen and Paper—a Haiku

Thought I should try writing a haiku. It's about that feeling you get when muse hits you right after a prolonged writer's block.

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 A long pen, small nib.

Inky blue and golden stripes on it

Scratching the paper with venegeance


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You didn't ask, but I'll tell you anyway: I usually type stories and poems. On the rare occasion that I absolutely have to let the words out, I might pick up a pen and paper and write them down. I used the pen in the haiku because it seemed more aesthetically pleasing.



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