Times and tones,
the sounds of our creation
changes from decade to decade.
From the whispering sound of nib on paper,
or pencil on paper turned
to the hard
clack clack clack clack
or an old upright Underwood and the
harsh woooooooooOOSSSHHHH as it
brought the thought back to the next line.
And now back to soft pattering like spring showers
as fingers move across the keyboard on my lap.
And yet those are the sounds that are truly the echoes
of the sounds of each word and line and poem
which are and will remain the same to you the reader.