My words
want a place
up high, where they
can fly in on pieces of sky,
and settle into story.
My words
want a place
where the stripe of the highway
guides them here and away.
My words
want to sit in
molten sunbeams
simmering as ideas, waiting
to bubble into book life.
My words,
wish the window wasn’t
so far away, and the world
outside did not beckon
with so many responsibilities.
My words
want a place
where time stops,
where only they and I exist
and together, we mold worlds.
This is my favourite one so far – love it.
Thanks Natalia.
We listen to our words and wonder how they will find a way. But they do. Somehow, they always do.
Yes.
Stubborn wee things.
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Beautiful! ❤
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
Beautiful Shawn, I know the feeling…
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I like how this illustrates how words … expressions, as information … have a will and desire of their own, even independent of their author.
Yes. They are?
Of course. Once uttered or released, words have an entire life of their own, beyond our control. 🙂
It is so strange when you hear the response to your words, that are completely different from the intent. Or when someone reads something into a poem that is very different from the source inspiration of the poem. I am always reminded that a poem/story means something different for each reader, because they bring their own life experience to the work.
(((Awhoooo)))
Love. Especially the end. My words just want to settle.
Sometimes, settling is good enough!
Almost a writers prayer Shawn. Very nicely done.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
It’s kind of a prayer for my dream writing room.
Sadly, hubby is not inclined to raise the roof so I can have my lovely lakeview writer studio! 😥
nice
Thanks, Ronnie.
Amen. I’ve had so many distractions lately. No time to write.:(
I’ve been sick. Slept 40 hours Wednesday night to Saturday morning. Still blog a poem every day. Still reading. Still got my term paper done last night (thank heaven for all the prep, so it wasn’t much work to write the final moment).
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i like this one
My sentiments exactly.
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