Quill

It’s so easy to write words on a page To let it flow with little meaning The writer’s quill is but the tool of a writer’s kit So soft the feather on the spine Hollow shaft isn’t for hollow words

Careful to the writer of these words Headliners of spiky words of a spiky reader Tranquil the folds of the words The wind threading the sequence of quill The formation of so many words, with no spine

Quill the writer’s kit No two the same, no two desires The writer’s words lead with its passions Not much to say, but plenty to write about The quill holds me in my vision of what I want Of what I want to say, not so easily

Carry me away on the wings of a bird Giving me a quill to express my new vision No simple words from hollow shafts It’s weightless pressure in my hand The quill of life carries me away

Cramming words on paper Cramming words in your thoughts Headliner’s delight, careful of such simple alluring words Writer’s kit holds no poison Simple words dripping from a feathering shaft Add new words to the quill The magic box of the writer’s kit