Posted in Poetry

Write! Hold Firm

Write! Hold firm, and write without fear,
With Love in your heart of someone dear.
Be not afraid to burn the midnight oil,
Otherwise with regret you’ll forever toil. 

If the world deem, you barking mad,
Hold smile on your face, don’t feel sad.
Let the words flow free and wide,
Their honesty will battle any tide.    

Many will tell you, you can’t write,
That it’s as hard as trying, to fly a kite.
It’s time to stand firm, words can mend,
Have faith,  make pen your closest friend.                                                            

Make paper your path on which to walk,
Become that listener,  hear people talk.
There will be times when the hand will ache,
Lift it up and give it a good shake.
There will be moments when you get writers block,
Take a break,  it’s not a race against the clock. 

If this is the one,  then do take your time,
To rush the words would be the ultimate crime. 

Posted in Personal Observations

The Writing Mechanism (3 Elements of Pleasure)

If you want to know the origin….

If you want to know about the Timepiece….


Imagine, all week you trudge up and down the trains, travelling to work, squashed in like a tin of sardines, nose sniffing and unwanted smells. Then, come the weekend, you nestle into your car and whistle down the narrow lanes of the countryside enjoying the freedom.  It’s not so much just the driving but that you have patiently waited all week to feel the rim of the steering wheel, the smell of the interior still so fresh, the quickness to change the music, the sound as you push down a little on the accelerator.

Yes it’s a weekend treat, but I am not here to talk about driving a car, but my most loved passion, writing.  However, like a child can’t learn to walk without the support of its parents, neither can one enjoy writing unless the object between your fingers has a sense of purpose.

The object was purchased over 8 years ago and my Mont Blanc is a reminder that I need to refrain myself from the habit of typing and write/jot my thoughts on paper by hand. As the ball of the pen kisses the paper, it transforms into a different mind-set, one where I want to keep writing until it’s humanly impossible to continue. It’s a statement that I will not give into everything that is electronic – I will persist with writing by hand.  “The pen is mightier than the sword” said our Guru’s, but sometimes we forget it exists. Regardless of however overwhelming this life becomes, hold your pen in your hand as your shield against the trending norm and amuse yourself at what looks like wiggly scribbles.

Over the past 8 years my pen has been subject to compliments, multiple falls (most my fault) and multiple home-based repairs.  But with all things in life, sometimes we need to call in the experts as we discover some limitations.  As I prepare to pin this post, my beloved pen sits in Hamburg awaiting repair from Mont Blanc HQ – I am simply missing it.  If anyone ever tells you “it’s only a pen”, do take the liberty to remind the person making that statement that the best sports people don’t just use anything.

Here endith the story of the writing mechanism.