Inching to the light
on word-laden heavy feet
boiling ink roars in my earsthrob in my fingers
no longer blood in my veins
ink’s screams yearning be heard
©Vivian Zems
(#Sedoka)
Inching to the light
on word-laden heavy feet
boiling ink roars in my earsthrob in my fingers
no longer blood in my veins
ink’s screams yearning be heard
©Vivian Zems
(#Sedoka)
March 9, 2018 at 8:44 pm
That is a writer’s poem, Vivian 😉
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March 12, 2018 at 8:00 pm
Thanks Sue😄
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March 12, 2018 at 10:07 pm
Excellent Vivian, it reminded me of those moments when writing is of such urgency it feels like you can’t wait to get started.
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March 12, 2018 at 11:36 pm
Thanks, Michael!
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March 13, 2018 at 10:01 am
Because stories have a life of their own, as a not-so-wise man is in the habit of saying.
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March 13, 2018 at 1:10 pm
:)..thanks for reading
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