Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Words are words whether they fly, drip or graze across the page


This space has sat empty with no one to tend the store. A ghost town of words flying by but never grasped, as tumbleweeds - flashes of inspiration quickly lost to the desert wind. 

Taking pen to the crisp, blank page, or keyboard to ...white space yawning into endless possibility. One way, a thousand ways, no one more important than the other. Words are words whether they fly, drip or graze across the page. Fleet of foot, a sense memory of a time when verbiage exploded outward because it couldn't be contained.

Where do they exist now? Behind bolted door? The creak of hinges grown rusty with disuse. 

Cloaking myself in a writer's hood I grasp tightly to that elusive star in the distance, that sweet spot, the pure, unadulterated joy of pushing words out into the ether. 

Hello world. Thanks for waiting for me.


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4 comments:

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

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Dr. kold_kadavr_flatliner, MD, the sub/dude said...

Faith, hope, and love -
the greatest of these is love:
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love.
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write).
God believes in you.
God bless you.

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