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I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
Anne Rice
Tap, Tap, Tap
The words that halt upon my lips
Tumble towards my fingertips
On the syntax, cued by sound
Speaking for the eyes as found
Tap, tap, tap
I type away
Phrasing thoughts I'd never say
Yet once the words are on the page
They outlive speech and ever age
Tap Tap Tap
If I had said these words aloud
Such might is lessoned, by the sound
Once said, the next gives chase to old
But in the ink......is constance.....told
Tap, Tap, Tap
Pax
A
9/06
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Gene.
I have enjoyed your interpretation of this process in writing.
Axilea
:~) Although it wasn't about my Haiti, I enjoyed the read immensely!
Cryssa
Ron
God Bless,
Lew
Fee
It's nice to see you. Words are an addiction of mine too and I spend countless hours tapping away at the keyboard or getting hand cramps, writing by pen.
Take care,
Jill
Totally enjoyed ~~ Micke
I hear you knockin' and you CAN come in - continue to tap, tap, tap away! Excellent write, my (((friend))).
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sincerely,
Ingeborg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Blessings and love,
Susan
Jack
my mouse eats words both thin and thick
urged on by my right fingertips
I read the poems I'd never buy
--some that'll live, and some that'll die...
Click, click, click
a few more eaten by my HP mouse
--the only little rodent
I'm not scared of in my house
I can hold it by the hours
when I'd otherwise scream!
and this mouse is more substance
than my fuzzy horror dreams.
Click, click, click...
If it wasn't for the clock
then I'd never quit! --clicking my mouse away, and reading your taps. --Charlie