Wow! The last stanza is brilliant! And so is your profile pic. :-)CheersD
Scrapings raspingsWoundsWords of violenceOf tiny gaspingsGently be Gently be youGently ease the wordsGently raise the flameGently gently pour the ink Gently offerOblationsAnd will comeLittle by littleOn trails of blueOn surefeetOn light wingsWondrous SoothingCreations
Very beautifully expressed!@madhavan - amazing follow up! :)Glad to have stumbled across your blog E Vestigio!
There's a great power in words, if you don't hitch too many of them together.Josh BillingsPS: Thank you for dropping by. Liked your words. :)
random imitations of greatness that wound Only me. Ouch... that hurts. Beautiful!
And if you wound only yourself, my child, where's the point? Let it out, let the world see your words, and be wounded in turn. Write, in the knowledge that you can move mountains (and the hearts of your readers) with the power of your words.And imitate greatness by all means, for thus it is that we too may become great. (And who should know better than us that a photo can oft be even better than the original? It's all a matter of composition!:)Paper on pen, type on screen, blue on white.....but it's the "distant meaning", the thought beneath, that matters. Let your ink flow...Forgive me for being cryptic, but I know no other language!
Did you write?
the last four lines are brilliant...they remind me of similar lines by another poet/writer whose name for the life of me I cannot seem to remember now! do you by any chance?
wounding only you? but you've wonded me, too! these words of yours make me ache acutely.
impressive :)with regardsFMI am talkin about the change of skin :P..kidding
@Dan: Thanks very much for your kind words! The pic is the result of some tinkering around in Photoshop. Do drop by again! :-)@Madhavan: Oh my... thank you! :-). I'll look forward to seeing you around here. @Princesse: Thanks so much for dropping by and commmenting. Do drop by again!@Blue Athena: I am not sure what you meant but thanks! :-)@Casa: Thanks sweetie! @Lakesidey: Thank you - and these words are not enough. You have no idea how much you have propped up a rapidly diminishing trust in my own words. *hug*@Pepper: Am getting started, Majesty! :-)@Anil: Thanks! The first line is an almost direct lift from Pablo Neruda's Tonight I can write and that's where the next part flows from. Am glad you noticed. :-)@Transience: Oh my dear, for one who writes the way you do - you are too kind! Thank you - so much. :-)@FM: Thanks!
Love "Scratching, scraping, rasping," andLines... dots... blobs... until...A distant meaning is born"- That brilliantly describes how the writing process is sometimes for me. My senses become alive seeing your strong words."that wound Only me"Like others that pierced me. I think you underestimate your abilities. I"m new here, but I see writing that moves me. :)
I agree then final verse is loaded.
@Silvermoon: I am so glad you identified with this so well and thanks so much for your generous comments. :-)@Jackal: Thanks!
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