Post by AquarianM on Aug 7, 2013 6:27:27 GMT -5
A Beautiful Anachronism...
I hear it's a renaissance of sorts,
A remedy for the demons of digitality,
Something of beauty,
Tactile and graceful,
With soft clicks and clacks and bells,
Character and individuality,
History and charm,
A tinkerers' dream,
Free of spies eyes,
If you can find the postage,
And perchance an old fellow,
Someone with nimble fingers and a love of old machines.
I drool ink every time I think of it,
Swearing that someday soon,
I will turn out pages instead of documents,
feel and hold beautiful paper,
Soft and dreamy yellow-white between my fingers,
Feel the force of keys driving letters into the page.
Just you wait,
Old Man,
Just you wait...
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/07/2013
I hear it's a renaissance of sorts,
A remedy for the demons of digitality,
Something of beauty,
Tactile and graceful,
With soft clicks and clacks and bells,
Character and individuality,
History and charm,
A tinkerers' dream,
Free of spies eyes,
If you can find the postage,
And perchance an old fellow,
Someone with nimble fingers and a love of old machines.
I drool ink every time I think of it,
Swearing that someday soon,
I will turn out pages instead of documents,
feel and hold beautiful paper,
Soft and dreamy yellow-white between my fingers,
Feel the force of keys driving letters into the page.
Just you wait,
Old Man,
Just you wait...
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/07/2013