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To Myself as I Write
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.
Comments
A really interesting look at the process of writing, as preparation of a delicacy to be savored. Well done!
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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.
Lovely--and such a wonderful way to look at the process
Voted up and beautiful. Poets create magic with their words as you so creatively expressed that. Enjoyed. Passing this on.
Wonderful Sherri and voted up.
Enjoy your day.
Eddy.
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