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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Without Words


as so often I am
my hands scritching at the pen
my lips twitching at the mouth

but words are scarce 
and meaning more so
in the face of so much

13 comments:

  1. Wow...for such a short poem it has a massive amount of impact

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    1. Inspired by a bloggers photo. Sometimes the comments are the best part...left, and received :) Plus, conservation is PC these days!

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  2. Those last three lines are gold.

    I know 'in the face of so much' too, Annie.what a great turn of phrase to describe a time.

    It is nice to stop by, ms ww

    Love, love
    kj

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  3. Ahhh, I see...it's all about saving those cyber trees...

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  4. I agree. comments are emotional spontaneity and not contived for aesthetics.

    good to see your quivered pen, again

    Gracias

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  5. "...my hands scritching..."

    Your writing is so concise.

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  6. Lately I feel like a blank page. I want to say something but nothing seems to be my choice these past few weeks. Empty my thoughts are or just the opposite. To much of my thoughts but that's all they are.... my thoughts.

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  7. I've missed your words, meaning much with few. A powerful punch.

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  8. So much comes through in this. It is a gift I look forward to.

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  9. They truly are, these words.

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  10. This is utterly wonderful, Wine & Words! Ha - the muse deserted me it seems but maybe you've just shown me why *sigh ....

    Lovely to read you again!

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Thank you for listening.