Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Wings


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The cool thing about being a poet is
a single word, a passing thought,
a wondering,
can suddenly turn into a poem.

It's like, you're sitting at your desk,
sipping tea, so mundane, 
nothing at all going on,
and suddenly someone 
scotch-tapes 
some wings on you.


14 comments:

  1. smiles...i would take scotch tape wings any day...ha...and yes it is just like that.

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  2. these are the wings of epiphany. a poets muse

    :-)

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  3. Excellent! If that doesn't communicate, what will? But remember, the wings have to work.

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  4. Sherry, this is wonderfully expressed indeed!

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  5. absolutely right! when I sit down to write, I am in the air and I'm just soaring!

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  6. ...and you make those wings part of your Self and fly directly into poetry. Yum!

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  7. That is just how it is. When I began to write, I wrote to find out what I was thinking...and I guess I still do. I sit down to write, and it seems I am not thinking anything...and suddenly the words have arranged themselves and have something to say, something I didn't even know I knew....wings....

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  8. For sure - wings is what words are.. Yes this is how it feels sometimes.

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  9. This is a great metaphor, Sherry! Tese wings do allow us to soar.

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  10. Hi Sherry. Just read a bunch of your poems I missed . Loved them all and realize how much I miss you and your wise woman perspective. I'll resume blogging soon. Have been moving - packing, unpacking. My bones hurt. Am resting a little. Hope you're well.

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  11. brilliant conceit. I could use some wings, scotch-tape or otherwise - words have escaped me, of late ~

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