My 1917 Royal by Joan Kantor

My 1917 Royal

Whose love
passion
sadness
fears
have poured through their fingers
and onto these keys before me

With each clunking laborious stroke
rattling tap and rustling ribbon
ink was sealed onto the page

and couldn’t be deleted
or completely rubbed off
with the putty-pink tip of a pencil

While slowly typing
I’m mindful of more than my words
and glad that the space bar
is in disrepair

giving me pause
time to think

about awareness
impulsivity
intention

how the present
can’t erase the past
yet indelibly lasts
as a shadowy stain
seeping into the future

by Joan Kantor

Editor’s Note: Writing about writing is a tricky topic, fraught with history and vintage typewriters, and people and intention.

One thought on “My 1917 Royal by Joan Kantor

  1. Such a poignant, descriptive poem! Those of us who can remember were typing right along with you Jonie, and hearing the sharp retort of those keys!

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