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What do you write about? I am asked at least once a week
I try to give people tips, but I am not sure what they seek.
anecdotes are crawling out of my woodwork and my mind.
some of them are wild and funny, others dark and unkind
Nouns and vowels fly through the room and hit me in the head
Sometimes adjectives and adverbs shake me awake as I lie in bed.
So I give the best advice to everyone who asks me so.
Just write something fun and clever, about something you know.
Toss words down in a notebook and don’t try so very hard.
It is tremendously easy and fun being a witty young bard.
Or an old crone who likes to toss stories down on a page.
This is the most wizen advice you will get from this sage.
Palest shades on top
White lilacs above violets
Softens bouquet's look
[based on reading tips for the floral design called
"A Sense of Colour" pg. 142-143 in "BUNCH UP!:
A Step-by-step Guide for Budding Florists"
by Irene Cuzzaniti]
You have to fit your words through
the tiniest of pencil points,
pen tips,
into boxes and drawers with no light,
and invisible,
be noticed
and voiceless,
be heard.
Yet you keep on,
pushing the words through.
You write and write and write and write
until all of the misty streets
are covered with your pages
and people pick them up-
They take them home
and read them to their husbands and wives
and children and parents
while leaning over the stove,
steam loosening your words.
They fall asleep with your words.
and awake wearing them
feeling them-
In them.
I often think of the sea,
not so much of vastness
but of depth, and what I
can't see, all the life just
beneath the surface – sort
of like, a newborn, 70 years
from now; sunlight blotting
out the sky, until rescued by
night...each of us a legacy
of many –
we find one another again, in
the shallow eddies – where waters
meet in manageable pools,
our circles pushing back against
a far greater current –
Where tide
tips the shore, we are nestles
of shelly kisses...sharing what
we can recall of both slippery
and pointed journeys –
in a real sense
all our forms and words
are a bit cliché
creative writing
the antithetical
of language
Two spiders dance cross ivory keys
The sounds they make reprise songs of trees
Phantom fingers flick like legs from hands
Over blacks and whites on baby grands
Every touch, every note played with care
Silken chords 'n tones flow through the air
This music written by nature's mind
From its tips to human hearts it finds
Flying digits riff rare rhapsodies
Prancing predators play melodies
Within our very inner self
us poets move into our gear
there is the releasing of the clutch
forward moving as we steer
We run smoothly when in top gear
different from reverse the other way
what's the vital ingredient inside?
one that drives you every day
The love of words encaptures you
wanting to inspire and transform
lifting your pen stroking the paper
the tips so smooth even still warm
There's such a full emotion felt
as one speaks through sparkling ink
driving past every ink spilled page
filled with words for others to drink
So to write fills that something
that nothing else can really do
a driving force like no other
holds you together just like glue
( written when going through dry spell some years ago to help me get back on track)
Read "Writer's Market"
For tips on getting started
Check your library
(See also: "Poet's Market" © Writer's Digest Books)
Not a single thought within my head,
My finger tips are full of lead.
I must write a poem for you to see,
The clock time is five thirty three.
I've written other poems today.
But only when I had something to say.
But I'm willing now to take a chance
And hope you'll give it a second glance
And decide that though my poem won't last,
At least I wrote it very fast.
I must admit this has been fun
And at 5:36 I find I'm done.
This communication marvel
Of modern times
At our finger tips
Crude or refined
Attachments plenty
In various forms
Some polite
Other's, against the norm
What takes people to write
In mean spirited ways
When kind words can be said
And happiness stays
Is it jealousy or hate
For these words to be written
If we ever get any
Not saintly, but sinning
But it's the sender of the email
And their literal say
What made them write
On that given day
So think before
You send that mail
And common sense
Will prevail
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