The Writer
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Helena Harper
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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Why I write
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THE WRITER
The blank page calls,
the heart responds,
imagination spreads wide its wings
and launches into infinity...
Fingers dance,
words flow,
the page fills,
the soul takes flight
and the spirit sings.
Copyright © Helena Harper
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| Reviewed by .. .. |
11/14/2009 |
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Do you know what? you're a damn good writer Helena'
loved this one. |
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| Reviewed by john salmon |
10/21/2009 |
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| Yes, it does seem to happen in the way you describe. Perfect indeed. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
7/27/2009 |
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Oh may the spirit sing loud and clear forever....
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle |
7/27/2009 |
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Lovely poem,I like it,take care
EDWIN |
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
7/26/2009 |
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| Helena...Writing is as the flight you express from that blank page to the spirit singing, there is no other... |
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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
7/26/2009 |
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| Absolutely wonderful, Helena! I like the idea of the imagination launching into infinity. |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
7/26/2009 |
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| A wonderful theme nicely handled. Enjoyed. |
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