I fly hanging by the seat of my pants. I write poetry the exact same way. My pen and I, we can do anything. Something magical happens when we play.
I spill ink but it is not a mistake. My pen and I are having so much fun. Words play hide and seek, but we find them all. A poem begins with one word--just one.
My pen does not care if I have talent. All it matters that its words have been said. And what would make it more enjoyable Is every single one of them is read.
Together, we make poetry's portrait. It is not just up to you or to me. We complete a most exciting picture. It takes both of us to make poetry.
(C) Copy written, 4 February, 2005, by Karla Dorman.
This is excellent, I love the line "I spill ink but it's not a mistake." Kind of caught my eye for a reason, as did this entire poem, you described the feeling well...
God Bless
Michelle!
SO TRUE!!! Can't have one without the other... and it takes two to tango in the living of it, too; reader and writer combined. Glorious celebration of the life-force that is POETRY!! TY Kate xx
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Flows like a river!
Becca
I love the opening lines, that to me is what true writing is all about.
Love Ch'erie
God Bless
Michelle!
the process and thrill of writing
this is so universal to poets......but you are the one who put it to paper....bravo lady.
:)
A
Love from India - Joel -
Love Tinka
a treat!;-) Have a great day at work!;-)
etw
poetry should always
at some level
be play
love,john+
Breautiful my friend
My...for being sick, you sure haven't lost your style! Wonderful, peppy, sprightly write; very nice! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (sick) twin, Karen Lynn. :D Hope you feel better soon!
Powerful imagery!!!
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