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I Still Write
My fingers pulsate
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood
reviving a
silent voice
without lips ever
having to part...
Oh yes...I still write
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood
reviving a
silent voice
without lips ever
having to part...
Oh yes...I still write
Published 4th Jul 2019
Author's Note
This piece is about how great it feels to put pen to paper.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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The author encourages honest critique.
4th Jul 2019 6:59am
This is a beautiful concept, Teeya.
It goes right to the very essence of writing -- the lively fingers (implement), the shed blood (agent), the hungry parchment (medium), the silent voice revived (message). It reflects a minimalism whose import is of mammoth proportions. Third-party lips are nonessential, because the message bleeds from the fingers to the heart.
Continue writing!
Sincerely
cab
It goes right to the very essence of writing -- the lively fingers (implement), the shed blood (agent), the hungry parchment (medium), the silent voice revived (message). It reflects a minimalism whose import is of mammoth proportions. Third-party lips are nonessential, because the message bleeds from the fingers to the heart.
Continue writing!
Sincerely
cab
4th Jul 2019 4:09pm
Wow! Such a beautifully crafted comment/compliment. I more than appreciate your in depth critique of this piece. Thank you ☺️
4th Jul 2019 7:33pm
4th Jul 2019 11:01pm
This is absolutely beautiful, Teeya... especially adding in the nostalgia of the paper once being wood & your fingers impulsively dripping ink. I love it!
The feel of writing is beyond explanation. To see your thoughts by your own hand is an art form unique to each artist; something a computer nor keyboard could ever create! Thank you for your time and comment 😊.
