My Pen & I

 

My Pen & I

 

As a writer, 

I love my travel time, 

As it takes me on new adventures. 

I meet new people 

And gather more wonderful stories. 

Writing never seems to stress me, 

It is a long-suppressed joy!

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POWER OF THE PEN

 

Once the connection started, 

Thoughts began flowing through, 

Creating a good emotional storytime. 

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WRITER

To write a note that reveals my mind, for others to read with eyes unkind.

It hurts to stand and wait for signs of pleasure or pretence or total lack of insight and understanding.

I never did suspect I'd feel so raw, exposed and unprotected, like a desert.

 

I stand to wait for that one spot of rain to propel me into putting pen to paper once again.

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TRYING TO JUDGE

 

I am a miserable judge of my own writing. Some pieces, long or short, which I personally enjoy writing, or feel might be impactful for others, fail! While others, written on a whim and at speed, receive appreciation, be the subject of sorrow, masked anger, despair, love, comedy, fantasy or everyday amusing thoughts.

I have come to the personal conclusion that the binding thread that makes the impact is where or what my readers and I are struggling with at the emotional moment when reading or writing.

The joy for me is when someone writes, saying, “Thank you. You helped me out of a dark place.” Or words to that effect. They give the judgement of value and propel me into writing again and again.

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I LOVE TO WRITE

 

It is hard to believe I have dared to write on this page because, for half of my life, I lived in terror of the written word. With the use of technology, that has all changed. 

Unbelievably, I now love writing; I really do. Hardly a day goes by without my pen being on the move. 

It takes me into all kinds of situations and emotions, triggered by a conversation, a picture, music, the news, and animal and bird interactions. Not to mention the weather, a trigger and beginning for conversations with strangers.

Now it is a strange day if I have no time to write. I love writing and my hope is it will encourage others to write, too.

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National Poetry Day

 

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MY STORY

 

I am your WobblingPen and here is my story, my journey to your hand: It all started a long time ago.

Back when first learning to write independently, the first spelling mistakes took place.

Can you imagine a face struggling to grasp the correct letters of a word, and failing miserably, two cheeks blushing ashamed at the misspelt words.

This is why I directed my efforts into Storytelling, rather than Story Writing.

My powers of observation sharpened, coupled with excellent hearing and I saw people, animals, places, emotions and the highs and lows of life good and bad flying around me in different parts of the World. I had no need of a pen, I could tell Stories.

So I picked up a wide vocabulary of fun words and wrote them down misspelled on paper, for my eyes only, arranging the thoughts into words and phrases, pictured sounds and noises and listened to more words used in our world. Before relaying them as verbal stories and sharing them.

This started verbally at the age of four. Family and friends were amazed and listened to my early Wobbling thoughts. It was only much later that the word dyslexic was mentioned.

In 1993 when my first computer arrived, with the magic of a spell checker in place I began to write my stories down for others to read. However I am still a Storyteller first, Writer and Poet second.

Now I still wander around, wondering in our world, catching interesting glimpses of your lives and mine to capture as a Story.

Join me and let’s Wobble together...

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THE RIGHT TO WRITE

 

How our pens long to right the wrongs. to restore sanity back where it belongs,

Bringing smiles back into view, allowing once again tasks we used to do naturally.

Returning songs so divine to birds, who have flown away and been silent all this time.

Calming dogs and children who cower in fear, at any unexpected noise heard quite near.

Write we must to encourage the soothing balm of peace, to return strongly and walk, once again, protectively amongst us.

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PEN TO PAPER

 

PEN TO PAPER

Thoughts about putting pen to paper and it’s long-term effects.

Thinking about it, I was reminded of my terror of writing for half my life. Yet I did write, not knowing how important what I wrote would be.

Each year I have a diary, some filled with lots of excitement, and others have big empty patches. I look at wondering what happened there, trying hard to remember.

If you are anything like me you put little notes in as well, they make very interesting reading, producing quite several laughs.

If this has stirred your interest in looking at the past and writing new stories, from your old books it will have been worth my putting my pen to paper.

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My Writing Day

 

MEMORIES OF FOUNTAIN PENS

 

MEMORIES OF FOUNTAIN PENS

I loved my fountain pens and used to rush to my Dad to have them repaired when it seemed like they were at their end.

He had a drawer of bits and pieces,

I watched anxiously, under his care ink would run through and my pen would be saved to write stories again.

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TYPEWRITER

 

Typewriter,

Dancing to it's own rules,

Have to find a way to tame it.

Took me half an hour

To write the last piece.

I will be back.

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A GLANCE

 

When passing a mirror, 

I happened to see new wrinkles looking back at me.

How did they appear so quickly?

Glancing again hoping the angle was better, 

The effect was the same.

Those wrinkles had come to stay, 

They would not leave again.

Unless I smiled. 

Then they sprang into a different line.

So constant smiling, is now a act I have learned to acquire,

To hide my wrinkles with what I hope is a beautiful smile.

You should try it, as it works.

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OH BED!

 

Oh bed you seem so inviting,

Yet your pull is not enough

I must keep on writing, writing.

Stories slip with speed across my mind.

I dare not stop or they will escape.

I try to keep on repeating so I can find

Them one more time.

Oh bed I know you are still calling,

I am sorry to keep ignoring your desire.

One more line to write before falling,

Into bed to rest my oh so weary head,

Till morning.

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WobblingPen after Penny Wobbly

 

I use my Pen name for a very good reason. I am so longer young, though I hope to be around a while, God willing.

My wish is that if anything should happen to me and I am unable to continue writing, someone else will step up and continue as ’Wobbly after Me.’ 

‘Wobbly after Me,’ would have to follow the style and guidelines we have worked on so far.

We love what we learn, do and pass on, on this site. 

As for the people we meet, they are amazing, bursting with a talent for writing, music, art, new inventions, the environment we live in, all bundled up strongly with hopes and great compassion.

It is not all roses, we sympathetically see anger, frustration, loss, depression and great sadness. 

We watch life's drama unfolds and help where we can, as often as we can with just laughter, words, tears and more laughter, in the main, it seems to help, many of you have told us so.

The World is full of silently brave people. We salute you all.

That is why I am Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen.

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MY SPIRIT

 

My spirit never ages

Though at times when battered

It takes a moment to gather strength.

It enjoys itself, urging me firmly on.

Instructing me on what to do and what to think. 

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WHISKED AWAY

 

Sitting comfortably a story complete, 

Placed nice and neat, on the desk.

When a wind blew up and carried it off at speed.

On rushing I watched it whisked away outside,

Dancing on currents it flew around the buildings

Where I could not follow.

‘Oh exasperation, stop come back to me.’

It slipped through a door, I ran on in too.

Thankfully it flopped onto the floor, 

It was then I noticed and giggled and laughed out loud.

It had obviously decided to cut out the publishers 

And present itself to the right place, 

In the Library, but not on the library floor.

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I AM A WRITER I HAVE BEEN TOLD

 

I AM A WRITER!

I am a writer, I have been told.

Yet words have always haunted and tormented me.

A bunch cling on to taunt and cause hesitation when I write.

Without spell check I will never be able to write fluently at night.

Will my tormentor words, library, cupboard, received, around let go?

My writing could then speed on it’s way creatively freely flowing.

My confidence for years always hidden would start to show.

Then I would know I am a writer now!

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STORIES TUMBLE FROM MY PEN

 

When looking back it becomes clear

The strangest of things

Not a word upon a page did I spring

Not a story told how sad.

Now how things change

Never stay the same

Words bounce around in my head

Waiting to be rearranged.

Once it was fear when I held a pen

Disaster flooded the page

How I longed for stories

With punctuation and spelling pristine.

Thankfully now with my PC’s help

And writing in full flow

Stories tumble from my pen

From me to you just hope they will not end.

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