The Pen is alive! I heard it say………

Fountain Pen: Let my words glide down that rough texture of yours. Let them smoooooth you! Let them groove all over you!

Rough Paper: Oh, Parker I’m so thirsty for your wet pen. Come on glide yourself on me! Tantalize me with your words but don’t let any of them be uncouth. Empower me with your barrel and nib. Go ahead write on me!

Fountain Pen: Oh I’m dripping my ink so ready to imprint my point on you right now. I’m going to write and write on you like no one has written before. Maybe I might even etch on you! Get ready!

Rough Paper: I’ve been waiting my entire length for this moment! Come smoooooth me real good. Write on me! Etch on me! Go ahead press that point of yours real hard that you tear me in places. I’m an old paper and my surface is rough. It’s so rough that I’m stable and tough! Oh yes!

Fountain Pen: Oh, Paper, Pape, Pape!

Rough Paper: Yes Pen, Pen , oh PEN!

Don’t think of a pen as a mere instrument for it speaks. Let its words be heard as it writes on your paper! Creativity! You are the creator! Have a wonderful day.

Shout out to Bryan Lunsford my latest follower. You are strong thus your life will be long.

Twisted Thoughts you inspire me to be more spicy with my writing. Thank you.

Namaste
Guady G

Hugs from Brooklyn

Sixth Sense


When words fall upon deaf ears does it make them expunged?
When a mute utters but a sound did he not mean to say a word?
When you see me and you close your eyes did I truly disappear?

I know you can see me, hear me, and smell me.
I know you fear waking up all your five senses.
Be not afraid of that which you do not know!

Seize the moment! Heck seize the day!
You can touch me. It’s quite okay!

Should you savor me?
Yes you may!

Have a blessed weekend
Love Guady G

Write on me!

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I am a paper that is quite unique.  I am the finest, the last one you’ll seek. I am a paper white as can be.  Take out your pen and write on me. Your pen is magical with its ink so strong.  Glide it carefully and don’t do it wrong.  I promise to  fold  but be gentle though.  Hold me lovingly or I might tear.  Take your time and show me you care.  Caress my page with words that are couth be the one that always writes the truth. Hold Me. Fold me. Behold me. Don’t let your written words fumble or you’ll be the one that will crumble. I am your paper white as can be so take out your pen and write on me.

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G.

The Hook

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In and out.  In and out. I stitch with my hook in and out. Slowly and steadily.  Steady and slow. How long can I really go? Will I stop after one row or after twenty two?  Single double single double single double oops now I’m in trouble. Slip slip.  In and out. In and out. I’m about to scream and shout! Will you come here and help me please?  Only you know how to put me at ease!

Lay it horizontal. No wait perhaps vertical is better. I think soon it might resemble a sweater.  Help me! I’m confused and not amused. I can’t figure out this chain and it’s driving me insane!
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Insert your hook right here and not there. Yes that’s perfect. I knew you cared. You give a darn and I can trust you with my ball of yarn.
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By the way I think I like your hook. It’s grand.  It’s feels better in my hand.  Lucky you for always having it while I had to purchase mine for this crochet class.

PS I learned in class that the size of the hook really does matter.

Namaste
Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G