Parker Pen Rialto – 14th October 2025

I found an old pen today in a suit that I haven’t worn since Adam was a lad

I’m not sure where it came from

The pen not the suit

Although to be fair, I can’t remember buying that either

I think the pen was a gift from work

Maybe a birthday or probably a leaving gift

I often left. Or got asked to leave

To be fair, I never enjoyed work

Until I was thirty-two

And even then, only for a year or two

So the old pen must be twenty-five to thirty years old

This is not it, but

It might be tomorrow

I write all of these poems in a notebook using a fountain pen. Nothing fancy. A TWSBI or a Lamy. But I found this old Parker pen so thought I’d ponder it a little.

Here is a friend that showed up on the beach from the last poem.

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