Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Theme Thursday ; Paper

oh dear friend
Paper of this book behold my modest gift
I give you my joy and tears
I give you my soul
and I give you
the ticks of the clock
and the noise of the street
I give you the recipe of me
words that dare not depart from my mouth
I teach you
secrets un_known to this world
I  confine in you
the scent of you
is my drug of truth
all is revealed
all masks are dropped
and I stand naked before you
so behold my modest gift
my greatest burden
with no allure  

15 comments:

  1. hi =)
    thanks for stopping by,
    and for commenting.
    =D
    <3

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  2. The power of print!
    Meryl
    http://departingthetext.blogspot.com

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  3. That's a beautiful poem. You have a good relationship with paper. To me, it's daunting and a little scary!

    Beautiful!

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  4. We who write do leave our imprint on paper, even if we don't send our words hurling into the ether for public consumption. How sad that your love is closeted!

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  5. Paper can leave such a story behind to those who find it. Great poem.

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  6. thx for you all , @chrisd it's a bit scary for me too as the truth always is , when u write your with your self and you can't lie , because then you read your lies , @ meri we who write admire co_writers as you , very will said , @ christine thx alot for your comment .

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  7. Paper, pages, words or art covering the space of our beings... Wonderful reminder.

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  8. @jingle thx alot , @ Reflections very will said they are indeed , thx for stopping by .

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  9. Writing is a whole other level, and you've conveyed it beautifully :)

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  10. Very deep. Is the greatest gift you are giving ~ yourself?

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  11. yes the true reflection of me ,very smart note , thx for ur support :)

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