I read one of the lines in your poem "Break the damn open" because that's how I feel right now. Break open your heart, break open my country and start all over again, break open and write.
These little books of poems -- so much in your story about the grace of being a writer. . . no accolades required, just the life of writing. Subscribers and followers are not what fill or will the heart, it's the words overflowing -- soul's message as to how it wants to express in the world. I asked myself, "could I write one bad poem a day," and giggled. "I should give it a try." Everything begins with one bad draft anyway until the dam is breached. Absolutely inspiring, Linda. Thank you so very, very much. With love and goodwill.
I was glad to read you here, Linda. Glad to read this. Thank you.
Thank you for reading, Patricia. ❤️
Welcome back :-)
I read one of the lines in your poem "Break the damn open" because that's how I feel right now. Break open your heart, break open my country and start all over again, break open and write.
"Turtling." 🐢❤️
Thought that might make you, and a couple of others, smile.
God how I love your writing. Comes from deep inside your heart and touches my heart.
Oh, Jeanne, thank you. Your words mean so much.
That's always why I write: to gain clarity. And have I ever! I think it's wonderful therapy.
It’s therapy for sure, Marilea.
These little books of poems -- so much in your story about the grace of being a writer. . . no accolades required, just the life of writing. Subscribers and followers are not what fill or will the heart, it's the words overflowing -- soul's message as to how it wants to express in the world. I asked myself, "could I write one bad poem a day," and giggled. "I should give it a try." Everything begins with one bad draft anyway until the dam is breached. Absolutely inspiring, Linda. Thank you so very, very much. With love and goodwill.
You are already a poet in practice and soul, Stephanie. I hope try the “one bad poem a day” habit. Who knows what magic you might conjure!
Well, let's see what magic and start here, from the middle, a place I've started from many times . . .
Resonating with so much that you've said tonight, friend. Actually, I was thinking of you this afternoon maybe while you actually were tapping away.
Serendipity.
Love that, Linda.