You know what a fan of minimalism I am. I seem to be stuck ito that kind of writing myself. It just seems so much cleaner.
I feel this way all the time! Like the words are bleeding out of me onto the paper. Feelings dripping onto the page wrung from my soul... I liked how you said reading other people's work was your transfusion. That was marvelous! *Bows to your well stated minimalism.
i love your description! it's minimalism, people! lol! that's what i love about your stuff! i don't have a very long attention span. this poem just says it all about it just draining you to put it onto the page. you need nourishment to refill yourself. tracy and i are totally opposite. she had this beautiful poem that she says wasn't finished, but i thought it was. i told her to just try to let it go and be what it was. she did. and she agreed! she tends to be "locquacious" in speaking as well! lol! anyway, thanks for the amy fix this beautiful day! welldone!
I agree with the transfusing with the words of others. Even in reading other forms of writing, ideas take root and bloom into themes, descriptions, green shoots then full fruit. I've recomended it to others but for some reason it's not received well. As if to read is some sign of weakness in a writer.
I really like that as well, I never before though of how writing was like bleeding, in this sense, I think you very well said it with these lines:Drains me I must limit my time Of just how it can drain you, and you really do have to limit you time, or who knows how long you will be bleeding. I'm not sure I got: "With the words of others" in the manner that you wrote it, by it does makes sense. This one is a definite favorite, good job
you know I like minimalism and this is a very good piece of minimalism. I like the bleeding image, too. transfuse yourself with the words of others but don't forget to bleed your ink. I'm always looking forward to reading your pieces.