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“Yes, I use
sticks to scratch words”
E. Rinaldi
Spring pierces the veins, vessels,
I quit walking, pronk up vile pit.
This transfusion takes all
the words I’ve absorbed
before decomposing will glee.
I scratch the fonts of letters
to give the different shades
to my thoughts.
The approach – diverse one,
using a half-known media,
fresh air – few words,
my muse paused,
and the process reverts.
Inhale the wisdom
of blind gaunt syllable,
I step every day in
a hue of the pace,
grasping the blessing
of all pitfalls,
the facsimile of
poetic face.
the blessings and the pitfalls add texture to our world and both are opportunities....the scratching the fonts to give shades of your thoughts is an inspired line...
ReplyDeleteI especially like the closing lines of this poem......."the facsimile of poetic face".....
ReplyDeleteYeah, I really like this poem, thank you.
ReplyDeletebtw the link you posted on 3ww is broken
Thanks, Danny. Something with cache at Blogger...try to correct..
DeleteThis is so easy to get wrapped in.. Light and dark within a few words. Truly enjoyed..
ReplyDeleteA side to everything, one dark one light, can't have one without the other it seems
ReplyDeleteI am amazed at how positive you could make those three words. You did much better than I did.
ReplyDelete"I scratch the fonts of letters
ReplyDeleteto give the different shades
to my thoughts."
Enjoyed this poem greatly.
Thank you, friends! You inspire me greatly!
ReplyDeleteI scratch the fonts of letters
ReplyDeleteto give the different shades
to my thoughts
such cool lines . . . I love the way your mind works.
Thanks, Kathryn! I got he inspiration, you see...
DeleteThere is poetry all around..and if we can't see it..maybe we can make it! I love the colours and the process of making letters in this piece..stunning
ReplyDeletewonderful I love this
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