A Choreography Of Ink (A Poem On Handwriting) Poem by Dr. Padma Shree R P

Across the page, a silent ballet,
Where pens in hand like dancers play.
In graceful curves and measured lines,
A symphony of thoughts entwines.

Palmer's touch, a guiding light,
In rounded forms, both strong and right.
The letter's spine, a gentle rise,
With Spencer's shade to paint the skies.

Downey's loops, like whispers soft,
Connecting strokes, where shadows aloft.
Bingham's drills, a rhythmic beat,
Repetition's art, to make it sweet.

From Zaner's slant, a flowing grace,
To Osborn's ease, a mindful space.
Each master's touch, a thread they weave,
In this grand script, where thoughts conceive.

The nib may scratch, the ink may bleed,
But passion flows, where hearts take heed.
For in each stroke, a story lies,
Of dreams and hopes that softly rise.

So let us write, with fingers bold,
In letters formed, both new and old.
For handwriting, a timeless art,
Will touch the soul and mend the heart.

Dr. Padma Shree. R.P.
January 14,2024