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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
No morning inspriation in the mailbox today no firery words to prod me into action guess I'll have to go this alone (as always) it comes down to that being alone with your own thoughts trying to create something out the chaos that reins deleting and spacing out the wrong hoping that what you're left is the part that makes sense the part that speaks to someone else- we write to communicate...... so why is it always done alone? ------------------ And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very good question Christine, I am told a poet either has to fall in love or out of love to write...I wonder sometimes how true that is? ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Christina Myers Member
since 1999-06-21
Posts 159 |
Makes perfect sense to me, hoot. Right now I am neither- well, in love, but stuck in limbo- knowing how the person feels (actually doesn't feel) for me. My rush of early feelings have deepened of course but they have no where to go- needless to say, I find myself writing absolute crap. I feel stuck inbetween that proverbial rock and hard place. And I feel lifeless. Unfortunately that also shows in the writing. oh well. Creativity goes in phases- right? loved the Zelda quote. Christina ------------------ And I thought: this is how poetry is born. It comes from invisible heights, it is secret and dark in its origins, solitary and fragrant, and like the river it will assimilate whatever falls in its current; it will seek a route between the mountains, and its crystalline song will ripple through the meadows."- Pablo Neruda |
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