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Friday, January 23, 2015

How The Words Come

At Poetry Jam they asked to write about writing, compare it to something or tell how the writing comes to you.

When I Write

Sometimes the words come in pieces
Like broken candy canes
Take them apart
And put them together again

This morning I thought
I've an orange toaster and a purple chair
The toaster's in the kitchen
Cause I like it there.

There are moments
That a true poem is born
When I have no hand
In how the piece is formed

These are the good ones
I don't let get away
I'm always surprised
When I read what they say

22 comments:

Images Animated Gif said...

Wonderful weekend!
Images Animated Gif

Sandra said...

and your best work of all comes in your dreams. this one i like and understand.. good job... when i write a post, it has to pop in my head.. someone said, why don't you do funny post every day... the reason is it has to pop and i can't control it

Mama Zen said...

That is so true!

Delores said...

I've always got scraps of paper on me or near me because when the words come calling it's a short visit and then they're gone never to be recalled.

Gabriella said...

This is very true of how poems come to us or don't. Sometimes I will spend ages in front of the screen and the end product will feel banal and contrived. Other times the words just flow and I hardly seem to have had a hand in what is on the page.

Karen S. said...

I totally agree with you, but one important question. Is your toaster really orange?

TexWisGirl said...

very nicely done.

Enigma said...

"These are the good ones
I don't let get away
I'm always surprised
When I read what they say"

So true! Love this.

Sketching with Dogs said...

I know what you mean, now and again I paint something and then when I look back at it am surprised I am actually the one who did it, haha.
Lynne x

Gillena Cox said...

yeah i know what you mean about those good ones that grab you commanding to be written

Thanks for stopping over to read mine

much love...

Kenn Merchant said...

I can really connect with what you've said because I too don't let the good ones get away from me. When a great idea pops in my head for a poem I'll literally stop what I am doing in order to write it all down. Or, at least take some notes on it if I can.

Salvwi Prasad said...

Such beautiful lines. I love the second stanza. And exactly at certain times these are the things that suddenly inspire you to write few lines.

Lynne said...

YOU DID IT!

Mary said...
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Mary said...

I think sometimes after a person WRITES something and reads it again after a while it really surprises a person & is often better than one first imagined.

Mary said...

By the way, I see you posted a link at dVerse. It doesn't lead anywhere...check it and change it if you want visits.

Hannah said...

Oh, yes...the ones that seem to flow through us...those are magical. You captured this feeling well.

Other Mary said...

Yes, I get that feeling too! You've expressed it colorfully and well.

Peggy said...

Yes these are the good ones that seem to form themselves. I enjoyed the details here.

Brian Miller said...

personally i love it when my hand has little to do with the poem and it seems to almost write itself...i would rather like abit of candy cane right now though....smiles.

artbyrae said...

I love the color reference cool I bet you dont let the good ones get away to many times

Susan Anderson said...

This all rings true to me. And well done, too.

=)

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