Broken Keys...
A word was spoken to me this morning
triggering a childhood memory…
a memory that was buried deep within the past
and inside my soul.
A writer I always desired to be,
making up stories and poetry
from the tender age of three!
A craving from the inside to use words
words that expressed how I felt…
as I aged, the words continued to grow
and from my pen they did flow…
sometimes gentle…sometimes strong!
Exposing my heart but only for me…
not yet ready for others,
for myself…the words did still belong!
As a young girl…I desired a typewriter more than anything
but a gift so extravagant was only a dream…
This gift I was given…only given in vain
a used portable to bang out the words
to make up for his absence in my life
not to help me reveal my heart and soul.
My father’s machine…it wasn’t of any help,
for my words or my spirit…
not any at all!
You see the keys…they often stuck
the ribbon was always a mess…
Others before me had used this hateful machine!
I wondered if they felt this stressed?
Soon it was boxed up and forgotten…
Thirty years later, it remains stored in my basement…
covered with dust, memories, and broken keys!
However…this did not break my spirit…
and it did not stop my dream!
You see, I continued to pour my heart onto countless pages
with my pen and my heart
until a desktop computer I could obtain.
Where I finally sat for hours…
There I poured out my heart, myself, and, my soul…
Today I am reminded with laptop in hand…
my mother’s words of wisdom…
never give up your dream,
no matter how impossible that it might seem!
Written By: Joyce Bowling
Author of Kentucky…The Mountains I Call Home
©Copyright 9/2007
All Rights Reserved
~Butch Howard
barricade} and the cheap, yellow, newsprint-weight paper that for years I couldn't write without. . .and that is just one of many
memories that keep me plugging away. This is GREAT, Joyce!
YOU HAVE THE FIRE. CARRY THE TORCH WITH STYLE AND PASSION.
T H A N K. Y O U !! 'Pea' <3
I dreamed and I dreamed...and as I grew older, they changed. . . and then they changed again. I don't give up on them, I just haven't been able to obtain them, while they still exist! LOL!
You are so write. . .so right! I'm so glad you never gave in to your stuck keys and messy ribbons!
Mama's always right, egh?
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Myrna
Well done!
and Thank you!
Gina
Kathy
Love Tinka
walt
In the air will linger that Kentuky wiff from the poems that where churned out on an eternal youthful old thing.
Thanks for sharing.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
You definitely were born with a call on your life dear Joyce. I imagine that the Holy Spirit spoke something over you in your mamas womb. It would account for your ability to connect with the hearts of so many. What a blessing this write was ...
Light and Wisdom and friendship and respect ....
Richard
Hugs, Laura
- Bill
With a brilliant poem like these one here
I still have many notepads I write my
Scribble my thoughts!!
Very beautiful and profound piece of Art!!
I'm So happy you dint let that typewriter with broken keys
Stop your dream of writing!!
Love Peace and many hugssss....Morning Star
Love,
Eileen
God Bless
Michelle~
Dreams start as just that. Actions make dreams come true.
God Bless,
Lew
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Your poem is a lovely inspirational story that can keep hope alive years later on other things you want or wish for.
I too wanted a typewriter in my youth for the same reason you had. Words have such tremendous power and I wanted to explore and learn while using them to unravel the mysteries of my unstructured thoughts.
When my mama gave me my typewriter for my birthday it was one of the greatest gifts ever given me. Perhaps it was the instigator for the books I've now written.
My Gift was given me by a loving God on 9/11. It's been worth the tears, the struggles, the lack of words prior. It saved my life.
Unfortunately, I did not have the benefits of being told I could be anything I wanted. You are blessed, as we are by your words and friendship. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D