Friday, May 4, 2012 Poetry

To bleed a heart upon a page
Can be a fearful leap of faith

To taste the flavor of a word
Can juxtapose pleasure and hurt

To free a thought from ivory skull
Can be a tortured push and pull

Commiserated misery
And ecstasy
Is poetry

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Ernest Hemingway


  1. Your writing seems so effortless... I guess that why your keyboard is red.

  2. Teri...sigh...some days more effortless than others:) I'm sure you know the feeling. Some days the 'heart' just can't seem to find the mind...


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