It was told to me that writing is an art. A personal one, I might add.
But it’s an art that like others was required to be learned. So picking up a fountain pen and being forced to fill up blank sheets with Cursive writing made it a tedious task.
Regretabble is the fact that nowadays I hardly ever use the might of pen to fill the void of paper. My preference for technology and laziness, I’m afraid, is to be blamed.
Drudgery, to write
Like snow ; falling from heavens
Bounded blank sheets, wait
Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Kim Russell is hosting with the theme of handwriting.