Black Ink

I find this quite poignant. For us as authors the ink and the paper are true gifts for us to create words. For many people over the years a simple pen and paper has been used to craft letters for love or apology. So many uses for something so simple.

Very thoughtful Fuji, I think of an Ink Well – full of words just waiting to be born – Thank you for this Haiku.

Hi Fuji, a well thought-out and simply beautiful poem as with previous comments. It brought back memories of working on fishing boats and having little money for gifts therefore, writing to my family on postcards. It also prompted thought about communicative shifts in time: etched stone then, reed brushes dipped in ink inscribed on papyrus. Ink, paper, and communicating with haiku is a wonderful gift 🙂

Really lovely image, Fuji. You make me feel that even my rather messy handwriting is special… and I guess it is when the words penned come from the heart 🙂