In school we learned to write in cursive, and I still recall how we used to copy texts of dinosaurs. The Brontosaurus and Triceratops were teachers showing me how to script. To spill the words on paper, making sense in ink and think while taking notes.
When I went to university I added symbols to the text and numbers. I filled Filling notebooks pads and paper both with text and numbers, graphs and pictures. I got myself a fountain pen and scrawled with royal blue on white. I remember papers filled with calculations and equations filling up recycling bins.
Now, with fingers stretched across my keyboard, I realize how long it’s been since they have curled around a pen, how my notebooks never fills with letters. When will I ever write a letter or a poem with a pen?
letters in the snow —
the shadow from a birch tree
footprints of a fox
Kim hosts the haibun Monday and wants us to write about handwriting at dVerse. Not a lot to write about it any longer, I have ceased to write by hand.
January 22, 2018