Writing with a pen or on the phone

The fountain pen glidez softly on the page

The ink connects the words like a blue stream

Thus mind and body both are well  engaged

Writing poetry, recreating dreams.

But now I dictate words into a phone.

The words are beads that hang upon a chain

But writing with a pen was going home.

Wsndering my leafy little lane

.

The hand and eye and brain work as a team

But now my voice distracts me that is plain.

I lose my way and disconnect from dream.

Should I buy a stylus for my screen?

The thought of writing that way makes me scream