Thursday, January 12, 2012

Writing

My pen slides across the paper, picking up speed
The ink is dark, but doesn't smear
My hand grows tense, but persists
And the duet between my brain and hand
Gives way to something else
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  1. claudia messelodiJanuary 13, 2012 at 2:38 AM

    I love this! You convey exactly what writing is..

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    1. MaggieJanuary 13, 2012 at 2:14 PM

      Thanks, Claudia and Barb. Isn't it wonderful how the simple act of moving your hand across the page can hold magic?

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  2. BarbJanuary 13, 2012 at 9:55 AM

    It's the something else that we crave - lovely observations as your writing flows.

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