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Waking Up A Writer’s Cramp

07 Aug

You:

Sweet writers! exclaimed! Or, un-exclaimed!

Let your dreams float without utterance

Or sound—  above the waterfall’s rainbow of your brain

And it’s frothy, delightful misty vocabulary—

words waiting, hovering  beyond intelligence,

to be spelled.

Soul’s wind, embraces them , often to dispel

them Into wispy clouds—

As they carry the words only you can share,

in treasured remembrance

   ****

Me:

In sleep, recognizing crashing waters

Seeing a person in a barrel who dared to land there,

at the bottom

 splintered and torn

For only a dime

Will cost me to be awakened—

I awakened, and paid the price—

with lead pencil in hand

To scribbled away; “I’m OK! Yup! I am OK.

There will always be a place to start.

Beginnings, never end”.

Us:

And so, remembering,

Why we start—

And why, we will never finish.

ZQ writing

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13 responses to “Waking Up A Writer’s Cramp

  1. frederick anderson

    August 10, 2016 at 1:37 am

    So profound! And such an engaging, tripping rhythm and yes, so right in saying – we will never finish, because there is no end.

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  2. Julian

    August 8, 2016 at 1:57 pm

    I liked this piece

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  3. Julian

    August 8, 2016 at 1:56 pm

    A fine piece of writing here,

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  4. jasmin

    August 8, 2016 at 1:55 pm

    the opening certainly grabbed my attention, and through to the final words. {:)

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  5. Jae Rose

    August 8, 2016 at 8:40 am

    I was completely lost and carried in the magic of the first verse – the idea of catching rainbows and then finding your story – 🙂

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  6. Kerry O'Connor

    August 8, 2016 at 4:57 am

    For one who often thinks her poetry is finished, your poem strikes a chord!

    There will always be a place to start.
    Beginnings, never end…

    I shall certainly bear these words in mind.
    Thanks

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  7. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)

    August 8, 2016 at 4:38 am

    Soul’s wind, embraces them , often to dispel
    them Into wispy clouds—
    As they carry the words only you can share,
    in treasured remembrance

    Gosh these lines took my breath away 😀 Beautifully done!!

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  8. Luk Lei

    August 8, 2016 at 4:04 am

    Yup! Yup! this was a great contrast of views 🙂

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  9. Sumana Roy

    August 7, 2016 at 11:11 pm

    yes to go on till that Breath…some even survive after That…aha immortality of ink…so very encouraging…“I’m OK! Yup! I am OK.” love this…

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  10. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES

    August 7, 2016 at 10:43 pm

    This is encouraging. Finding words for poems are like catching butterflies in nets.

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  11. Mary

    August 7, 2016 at 9:54 pm

    Indeed we will never finish. I thoroughly GET that!

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  12. Sherry Blue Sky

    August 7, 2016 at 5:30 pm

    Oh how I love this. “I’m OK, Yup. I’m OK”. LOL. I relate! Though it feels like life is a series of endings, in truth it is a series of beginnings………every morning, at this stage. Smiles. I so enjoyed the tone in this poem. Love it!

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  13. Susan

    August 7, 2016 at 5:26 pm

    Gosh! I love the halting, the stop and go of the meter here as you bring together the romantic and the surreal, dream time and real time. May you never finish!

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