Sunday, March 15, 2015

If You Read My Lines


Black scratches across a white plane
Weave in and out
Dancing messages across time and space.

Do you hear what they are saying?

They speak of sunrises and sunsets
And thousands of moments in between.
They carry the sound of laughter
And the taste of tears.
They sing of triumphs and heartbreaks
And countless ordinary occasions
That add up to 
Extraordinary lives.

Thoughts and memories
And fantasies too
They are all there
Held tight by words,
Ink spilled upon the page.

If you read my lines
You will know what is on my mind.
If you read in between,
you will uncover my soul.

11 comments:

  1. The last stanza is so perfect! And I like the line"Dancing messages across time and space."

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  2. Thank you! I am glad you like that line. It took me several revisions to get it!

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  3. You're a gifted writer, able to craft in different structures with different purposes. I especially enjoyed your comment about several revisions! That is when the "real writing" happens for me! I consistently enjoy your blog posts!

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    1. Thank you so much, Greg! I consider that a huge compliment!

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  4. I love that you give a personality to the written word and that you even give "ink spilled upon the page" a reason for living - to let us into your world - mind and soul. There are few things in this world as powerful and you capture that idea beautifully!

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  5. This is beautiful! Thanks for being brave enough to share your writing with the world! Your last stanza is a powerful way to close your poem!

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    1. Thank you, Emily! The end was actually what came to mind first. First time I ever wrote a poem out of order!

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  6. This is beautiful! Thanks for being brave enough to share your writing with the world! Your last stanza is a powerful way to close your poem!

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  7. Ink spilled upon the page - lovely poem and so much shared about yourself. Thanks for sharing.

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