How Did I know When I held that pen? My hands will script many words That I never expected to appear As one time I just was a blank page Now I’m accumulation of words- a poetry to be recited Or scripted words a manuscript of a story For those who will flip my pages Shall clearly understand my contents
On other hand my rambling thoughts: We all do not know until we take the first step
thanks for the lovely insight on the posts u read... a little more explination on the 'writing style' that you said i have, will make me answer your question. who better to ask than a publisher after all ;) cheers
Hi rakshi doshi, As I recall, I said something about you speaking in layers of meaning. This seems longer than a comment. How about an email? I'll come visit you.
How did I know . . .
12 comments:
Amazing post, chickie. Beautifully said.
the beauty of a writer is reflected in the limited words that one uses to express a great deal. u totlay deserve an applaus... nice piece.
Hear, hear!!
Fineartist,
Thank you. I had been thinking about it for a while.
rakshit doshi,
Thank you, your words are music to my ears. i agree only as many words as you need and not one word more.
smiles,
Liz
Tanda,
You never fail to bring a smile,
Liz
How Did I know
When I held that pen?
My hands will script many words
That I never expected to appear
As one time I just was a blank page
Now I’m accumulation of words- a poetry to be recited
Or scripted words a manuscript of a story
For those who will flip my pages
Shall clearly understand my contents
On other hand my rambling thoughts:
We all do not know until we take the first step
thanks for the lovely insight on the posts u read... a little more explination on the 'writing style' that you said i have, will make me answer your question. who better to ask than a publisher after all ;)
cheers
Lamnasra,
I thought I was the only who did that. What a beautiful response to my positing. Thank you.
I wish I could put a sign for people to be sure to come inside to look.
smiles,
Lia
Hi rakshi doshi,
As I recall, I said something about you speaking in layers of meaning. This seems longer than a comment. How about an email?
I'll come visit you.
smiles,
Liz
That is beautiful and very true. I am still trying stop listening to voices of those around me and hear only my own. It will happen in time though.
Jennifer,
Thank you, keep listening. Other voices offer information. It's the decisions that you own.
smiles,
Liz
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