A great moment when touch says all that needs to be said. I think the wonderful thing about touch is it often supercedes perception. There is little misunderstanding in the meaning behind touch.
Thank you for seeing this poem as it was intended to be…I like that you understand, Joshua. You explain my words perfectly. Sometimes my heart won’t express the words, but my body will allow.
Not usually, Chum. I was working on a poem earlier today that I started last night and it completely changed after messing with it too long. Not my normal process. I tend to try and not over think the message, but this time I had, and gave up. Wrote a haiku instead. I think Paris has been on my mind too much today. β‘
Writers understand that blank page, Audrey, but some of us don’t fear it. Rather than thinking we must come up with a “masterpiece” (and all the angst that goes with it!), we just sit down and pour out our thoughts and feelings. And sometimes — not always — we end up with a masterpiece!
Some days, Debbie, it is easier to show love with a touch, hug, or sitting near, than it is to try and explain feelings. You’re correct, I’m not a writer in the truest sense….a masterpiece. Maybe we’ll all get there one day.
A great moment when touch says all that needs to be said. I think the wonderful thing about touch is it often supercedes perception. There is little misunderstanding in the meaning behind touch.
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Thank you for seeing this poem as it was intended to be…I like that you understand, Joshua. You explain my words perfectly. Sometimes my heart won’t express the words, but my body will allow.
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Clever pic. π
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Thank you, Chris. π Hope all is well…
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Like this. Sometimes words just don’t cut it.
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Yes, Duke. Exactly. Glad you agree.
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You never are at a loss, I don’t think, Aud.
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Not usually, Chum. I was working on a poem earlier today that I started last night and it completely changed after messing with it too long. Not my normal process. I tend to try and not over think the message, but this time I had, and gave up. Wrote a haiku instead. I think Paris has been on my mind too much today. β‘
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That Paris news is awful heaped upon awful, Aud. It is a mess-up on the thought process, yes.
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Yes, it is…and yes, it is.
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Writers understand that blank page, Audrey, but some of us don’t fear it. Rather than thinking we must come up with a “masterpiece” (and all the angst that goes with it!), we just sit down and pour out our thoughts and feelings. And sometimes — not always — we end up with a masterpiece!
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Some days, Debbie, it is easier to show love with a touch, hug, or sitting near, than it is to try and explain feelings. You’re correct, I’m not a writer in the truest sense….a masterpiece. Maybe we’ll all get there one day.
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It was a dark and stormy night. . . .
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When John showed me how to start a story…
Thanks for the giggle.
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A blank page… makes the letters… seem like puzzle pieces.
*hugs*
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Yes, indeed. So much going on in the world right now. My brain is on overload. Peace, Luke. xx
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