Filled with ink my pen-tip describes lines...A Poem by Firestone FeinbergFilled with ink my pen-tip describes lines... Filled with ink my pen-tip describes lines Black on white paper. Watercolor Paper. One hundred percent cotton Rag. One hundred and forty pound Weight. Acid-free. It is better Than I am. It's soft -- and its cold-pressed Surface leads my pen round the ups and downs That make this hand-made paper unique. I say that I draw -- but I am drawn. I say I control the pen -- but It controls me. I watch the dark Indian ink lake ripple as I dip The nib in again -- and I pretend. © 2014 Firestone Feinberg
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