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To Myself as I Write

Updated on January 22, 2015

I dare not know what to say

To a white space on blank canvas

Black plastic squares

Strike strokes of splashing colors

In the form of words

Woven together to illuminate

They are but an impression

See them as you will

See the colors

Taste their flavors

Savor them as you would a delicacy

Words are but the building blocks of the soul

A construction erected from the heart

A magical spell to be cast again and again

My spell cast just for you.



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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      A really interesting look at the process of writing, as preparation of a delicacy to be savored. Well done!

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thanks. I wrote this poem while on break this morning. I may have been influenced by the smell of bacon that was drifting from the breakroom.

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      Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

      Lovely--and such a wonderful way to look at the process

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful. Poets create magic with their words as you so creatively expressed that. Enjoyed. Passing this on.

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Wonderful Sherri and voted up.

      Enjoy your day.

      Eddy.

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