An unfinished chapbook looks at me with reproachful eyes. I should be writing poetry that holds the face of the earth in its gentle hands and kisses it out of this death trap. But where are the words? Silence is less painful. Silence is a continuum. A block. Words are like lovers, putting spaces between themselves where things can grow. And multiply. I need a poem that is complete without a single word. I need you to read me that poem today. Especially today. When I should be writing.
even that crow
that has no song
has known the touch of a cloud
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Curfew: Day 10
THOUGHT PURGE 
A poem without words. When you figure out how to do that, please let me know. 😉
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Can barely figure out the one with words for now 🙂 Stay safe, magic!
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I too wish to feel completion… Do I rest between the words or write them to an ending? So many things I’ve started and not finished clutter my mind.
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This is beautiful writing. It truly spoke to me … and thus … I lingered over every line. Which is a wonderful place to be … lingering over awesome poetry. The haiku is perfect … for so many reasons – not the least of which is that, it ‘sounds’ so right. I read it several times. And then I read it aloud. And it sounded so-o-o-o right.
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Thanks so much, Wendy. Delighted you actually read it aloud! Good luck with your new website.
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I think of all the writing projects I intended to start in April, but are still laying there. My guess is the block is made up of other words for feelings demanding to be recognized.
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Yeah possible… so much comes to the fore when confronted with mortality or sickness… most dont have words…
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Lovely.
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Thank you Chrissa.
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Reading and writing are the best of dancing partners.
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🙂 Indeed!
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Oh my heart that haiku is gorgeously emotive!! 💘💘
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Writing is certainly easy to continue during a lockdown caused by spreading disease than sport, running a cafe or even a barbers shop. We just chose the write (right) profession/hobby!
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Yeah, maybe we did though words are not coming easy now! Thanks, Robin.
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The anguish of the writer perfectly done.
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Thank you, Anthony.
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wow Love “Words are like lovers, putting spaces between themselves where things can grow.” and
“even that crow
that has no song
has known the touch of a cloud” Beautiful deep and clever
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Thanks so much, Marja.
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Ah, but ‘should’ has little place in poetry, I think.
I do love writing that is about not writing even as it disproves itself!
As always, your language is beautiful.
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Thank you, Rosemary. Stay safe. It does appear from the numbers that things are under control in Australia.
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Beautiful. I would like that, too. Maybe you are reading to me now.
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🙂 That’s just a lovely thought. Thank you, Susan.
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Oh this is so lovely – the haiku is perfection. Today I wrote a poem blessedly about foxes, such a relief to write about something besides the gloom………the wild continues to save us, even when we are indoors, shut away from it.
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Thank you, Sherry. It does, indeed. I still hear the birds in the morning, so all must be well with them at least!
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I can relate “unfinished chapbook looks at me with reproachful eyes”. I’m brooding at my inability to pen all that is happening, right now. But I take comfort in the fact that I have a delayed reaction, generally. One day I’ll write about this, too.
In the meantime, I drink from your well of words. Thank you for these evocative poems that capture intensity of emotions. Keep writing!
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