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Writing Without Reason

Writing can be anything, Set down on willing page. Love and loss, Both popular trains of thought. Or better yet the loss of love. Better still is the agony of agony, The awful angst of it all. A writer needs no reason, To sing about the season. The beauty of a sunset, or very first snowfall Nature’s lovely tabla rasa tolerates the muttering, That just might capture it, just for once and all. The page lies there looking up, in hushed anticipation, Of where the writers mind, may venture out today, If the page and pen only knew, This writer has no clue!

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Date: 12/15/2009 10:21:00 AM
"The page lies there looking up, in hushed anticipation" is a very clever way to describe the birth of the writing process. Indeed, our topics can be about anything, and you will find quite a variety of subjects penned skillfully on poetry soup. People sometimes wonder how we get our inspiration, but we just start writing our thoughts and our minds take off. This is a brilliant write, James! Hats off to you. Love and holiday joy, Carolyn
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Date: 12/15/2009 9:40:00 AM
Thank you for this excellent poem you shared with us today James. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/15/2009 7:20:00 AM
Excellent thoughts about the writer's facing of the blank page. Keep the creative and magical pen flowing. Sara
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