Another of the tankabuns... a bit introspective this time.
Words
I lay my pen
Against scattered thoughts
And it listens
Capturing those words
That wish to be heard
And the ink of this discovery bleeds onto parchment, spilling its soul, its scents, its music. So I write of brittle leaves in autumn, fragrance of spring, snowcones in summer, and silence of winter. I write of who I am, who I was, and who I might like to be. And I write of things I cannot see and breaths I forgot to take. Sometimes I am asked 'How do you find the words?' It is after much soul searching that I think I may have found my answer. I do not find the words... I let the words find me.
So very true...all too often when I felt I had to write something and tried to force it I got nothing, I guess the old saying garbage in gabage out applied to those works, but...when I sat back and just day dreamed I always found the right music of the words.
hugs
fee
...thoughts that find their way to the page...such as this...have a heart overflowing with ink...to share with the heart of a writer...who so holds the pen of wisdom.
beautifully penned Myrna...
John
this is a good one Myrna I like everything about it my philosophy of writing is very close to this. Sometimes I have to round up mu words out of the high pasture my absolute bestt stuff comes when I let tthe words find me ........
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Regis
hugs
fee
Hugs,
Marcia
Cheers,
Dan
beautifully penned Myrna...
John
good write
john+
And I love the last line...I let the words find me. -gene.