Saturday, 6 September 2014

The old penholders

The old penholders rusting and gleaming with their sharp nibs at the ready are bunched up oh so symbolically like the sum of possibilities that were: what could have been. It seems that they haven't been used enough, or have been dipped in the wrong ink, or neglected because of laziness, ignorance, lack of imagination, lack of paper, absence of ink, insufficient light. One only needs to clean them up, polish the nibs, dip them in fresh ink but wallowing in regrets seems much easier. And therefore on this day I sit and stare at the old penholders and the sum of possibilities that were.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, but what possibilities were realized if perhaps they were used "in the day"?