I wish I could write poetry. I wish could capture this spring in a few lines strewn across the page, mince my words, boil them down to their essence, and set them to the rhythm that Im thrilling to. I wish I was able to draw a picture of the ominous black clouds dumping hail as I run sodden to the sunlight; dancing with the exultation of bird song that tumbles through all this change. I wish I could hold the one Im hurting in the spaces between my lines, until he was soothed and then let him go into a gentle summer. If I could write poetry, I would gracefully tell of what I found out about myself, about love, about change, and it would be clear and understood, and maybe forgiven. But I cant write poetry. I can only clumsily try to use my prose.
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vivacious_vixen:
I love the way you write, your words inspire beautiful pictures in the readers mind. You express yourself in such a way that I often feel that I can see what you are seeing simply because you articulate yourself so well.
bastardo:
Hi, I'm back. Did you miss me?


