Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Words...


I am afraid to peek at the clock
The silence amplifies each singular tock
There is a tug I’m not able to fight
It lures me with words, and I write

Partially mixed batter can wait for a bit
Half-peeled tomatoes don’t complain if I quit
T'is not simply food that can whet appetite
Words can taste just as good, so I write

Reading to me is a bittersweet bliss
And my dilemma with reading is this
Every good book I profusely highlight
And then need to pause my reading, to write

Words are not merely quaint forms on a page
Words stir and thrill our heart's hidden stage
Words are a writer’s most ardent delight
As we pick and choose and write, and write

Janet Martin

OKAY! I’m back to work now, I promise! Well,
until I feel the next ‘tug’ at least.
There is no way to stop words; we cannot stop them by closing our eyes
or plugging our ears or holding our noses!
They are just 'there’.
Taunting, teasing, oh so pleasing!

4 comments:

  1. Hi! Lovely blog. Thanks for stopping by mine earlier, too.

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  2. Hi Tracy,
    Thank-you for stopping by and for your kind words.

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  3. Oh my... I could see the smile starting at the corners when I read about the partially mixed batter and the half-peeled tomatoes. Can I relate. I'm always doing that, even though I say, today I'm going to stay focused! In fact, I was doing that all day yesterday, so I was VERY GLAD to see someone else walks a similar path and will understand and not shake their heads in despair.

    Oh and then I read when you talk about needing to pause between the pages of books... to write.

    I do love your poetry.

    Best.........

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  4. Brenda,
    Isn't it great to be a little scattered and crazy if it means we get to write;)
    I'm glad to know I am not alone.
    Thank-you for relating,
    God bless you as you write...

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