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Oh HOO Ha !! Can you hear this through your speakers?
The Place of Writing
I have journeyed to a place
From which I find there’s no escape
The essence of my arteries
Tells me my blood unlikely frees
Me from this so unlively spot
Til I have ground the perfect dot
Upon the table of the writing
Through the fuss, the fury, fighting
Just to state my meager effort
Sprout the wings a bird of feather
Grind my snout into the dirt
A grunt a huff no proper word
Can come to me in moment now
I might as well become a cow
Or moss upon a shining rock
The way I sing the way I talk
What sense of mine can I convey
But pass the feelings on the way?
Through awkward script and jotted note
The fasted form the formless bloat
The efforts I have taken measure
Distance of my pain and pleasure
Mark my spot no more than dung
Which turns to earth reborn unsung
2 Answers
- GrannyjillLv 71 decade agoFavorite Answer
Receiving you loud and clear.
This is interesting. I like the verse separation with the pause which occurs within a sentence eg (unlikely frees......me from this etc.) I like the alliteration of 'fuss, the fury, fighting' 'fasted form the formless bloat' and I definitely like the rhythm of this. I like the 'moss upon a shining rock'
I expect you are now waiting for a criticism....I haven't one.
(Well, perhaps the feathers and the snout verse is a little mixed (are you a bird or are you a pig?) but, that's all)
Nice write.
- Anonymous1 decade ago
The spot of birth - the emergence of mind to paper. The effort taken - the speaker wishes to convey - things of importance - to leave a mark - to be remembered - to invoke a change - to inspire. Never fear - once imparted to paper - the thought no longer - is unsung â¥