I sit under low lamp light with quill resting in my hand just right, simply a beautiful sight
Dip, the tip dripping with emotions in the most elegant calligraphy
The feather flirts with the paper in tickles as it writes
Dip the pen into the ink pot, as my thoughts are escaping from within, fleeing to papers spot
The quill makes the heart quiver, as the writer in me comes to life at its sight. Drizzling words the final draft
Leaking my soul for all to uphold the feather take flight upon the paper that is my heart. Art!
Dribbling to no end, hand cramps. Just one more trickle, and its final splash. Declaring “The End”
Feather light put back in it spot, as the lamp is turned off. Writer’s delight to have waltzed delicately in cursive perfectly
Until we me again, me and that gorgeous feather quill pen. Corybantic to no end, I could pick it up with never ending fervor
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/28/20/corybantic
Weirds Are Word 
A heart as light as a feather, a soul knowing the bliss of a cursive delight. The love flowing, from a source knowing no end… to the love! Nice share!
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How very kind of you! This was a lot of joy to write for me! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me! Always appreciated, blessings Lisa
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You’re welcome!
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