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Superb, Lorraine :)in lonelinessthoughts become words I purge them to the sky, a blank page, gaining silence and freedomlove, dev
Acha...poets aren't so much meant to be real with words, I guess...they just fight their momentary emotions with fictitious words-- the real is too far, as truth is something we don't speak...not within our reach often, Now let me try to understand what I said! haha :))dev
Wow right back at 'ya Dev, I like that :)and Iunderstand perfectly, it is rarely within our reach ;)so glad you're back Dev
But I love words and thoughts - thats my daily bread...sometimes emotion is too far from me; especially when i am writing for money :)thanks Lorraino :)dev
Me too Dev, I use to write for money, but no more...although I have a few novels I could try to sell, but they need work and I have trouble with my concentration, maybe once I've deleted some long sex scenes, I'll send a manuscript for your enjoyment lol
haha! do you mean to say -- I wouldn't enjoy the sex scenes!? :)anyway, sure - i would love to have that :)dev
Not a bit my dear Dev, it's just that at the time I wrote it, I was very frustrated with everything, so each couple in my book and there were many couples had a lot of sex, and it's reallynot necessary 'cause the book is really good...I 'll send you a copy by e-mail, just know that it's not finished by any means, I would appreciate your feedback. Take your time, 'cause I know you're busy and it's a long book, I'll send you the original version, which has everything lol
Sure Lorraine...i will find time; and either way - original or revised - is fine...but having the original will be more appropriate from a review point of view :)dev
I appreciate that Dev, the problem is I can't find my revised version, had it transferred from one computer to another and somehow I lost the best one...darn it...
anytime in any form, Lorro :)dev
" il n'y a pas de mot vide "+entre deux arbres- une interrogation+Très beau texte. Amicalement.
oh wow. such depth of emotion...love it when you change up the pace a bit...your long form poetry is really good...
wow j'aime beaucoup tes mops Marcel et merci beaucoup :)It's amazing how many words it takes to talk about silence lol thanks a lot Brian, glad you enjoyed it :)
No wordsFill this silent drought;Night rainSates my mind with dought.
I like your silence Doug :)
Should I remain silent? __If only I could spell >doubt<... so, I guess I'd better remain... mum. _m
Wow! So emotion in your words. Writing is a wonderful outlet to express how we feel. Keep writng your words,Lorraine.
Oops! My grammar! I meant to say, So much emotion in your words.Have a wonderful day!
The last stanza is heartbreaking, Lorraine. You express loneliness so beautifully.
Words is what we have. Yet wordless makes sense too...
Doug, I knew what you meant :)No worries Anne, that's exactly how I read it ;)Thanks Talon at the time I wrote this (it's an old one) I really needed silence ;)Guatami, the written word is silent...;)
The bat, about which I wrote in my blog a while ago, taught me about freedom. View the video again. Being free is about being free to be a bat or whoever or whatever you are (at the moment). I feel glib in all this. You are struggling and I don't have the wisdom to help you. Perhaps you can learn from the bat - or your kitties.
Dear Arlene, all suggestions are good...I do love your bat video ;)
Que d'émotions dans ce beau poème Lorraine!
Merci beaucoup Richard ;)
An exquisite poem--and so you. P.S. Just send me one of those sex scenes so I'll have a better idea of what you're talking about!HI, DEVIKA!
I'm exquisite, oh shocks lol there you go you were just buttering me up....that sounds kinky, is it really that you want to know how good a writer I am, tsk tsk
i loved and hated being alone which is rather like saying i loved and hated myself, isn't it?it's a beautiful poem, lorraine. heartache and all.
Good point Cosmic girl, and thanks so much ;)
Wow Hi Gabriela, what a nice thing to say :)
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