Tuesday Mornings and I'm in Love.
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Tuesday Mornings and I'm in Love.
Funny, in a non-comical way, but I always find comfort in... this. The dark ink flowing from the pen staining my pages with scratches that some how have meaning. Like Magic. A few simple twitches of my fingers- thumb, pointer, middle, and ring to be exact. An elegant gliding of the bottom right side of my palm and wrist back and forth against the paper... (sometimes it's the only thing I understand) and suddenly there are words! Delicate combinations of symbols and thousands of possibilities. To write one thing... . . . and mean another, leaving all translations up to the reader. I Love You. What can you make of that? |
Submitted on 2008-09-23 23:16:36 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| this is what poetry is all about...the muse hits the poet, the poet writes, the reader reads and maybe not exactly what the poet was thinking...but who cares? as long as the reader gets some meaning...something that hits him or her over the head...that is poetry.. it is not information, fact, a puzzle to figure out... the inspiration comes...our fingers move, the words flow... and from there? i do like the ending...not much to miscommunicate about that...lol | Posted on 2011-03-25 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | I will probably never be sure how to take your ending, considering those words never have the same exact meaning twice, but still. | The rest of it on the other hand, while being beatifully worded, is perfection. You use simple yet effective imagery to describe a process that most of us embrace as we would a lover, or in my case, even moreso. I can find nothing to critique, which makes me glad you did not ask for any. | Posted on 2008-11-14 00:00:00 | by ThisIsReal | [ Reply to This ] | You know... | This is simple and warm and magical. I love the idea of possiblity. I love that poetry can mean anything you want it to mean. I misinterpret words all the time or wrap my mind around the different possible meanings... I am sure I annoy poets with my silly perceptions when I comment... but hey, at least I read it (smile). I love your end lines most of all. I wish I could write those words and have someone know what they mean when I write them... exactly as they are and just get how I meant them. But hey... people will draw whatever pictures they want. And so it is. I likey... | Posted on 2008-09-24 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] | |
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