The written word

The written word short poem

Sunlight streaming through the window
The curtains fluttering in gentle breeze
Scented sheets scattered around the desk
Me, seated with my feet aloft my chair
Pen in mouth, mind lost in thought
A faraway look in my eye.

A letter I must write
Round up the lurking moods
Trap the escaping words
Sieve out the wayward feelings
Arrange them this way and that
Breathe life into a thought

Pen meets paper
One word then the next
My thoughts come alive
Reams of pages filled with words
I see my past laid to rest
As the ink on these sheets dry

The words once written
Cannot cease to be
No ambiguity allowed
Between the words scribbled free
Truth they are now
Of my living reality

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Andria D'Souza

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I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
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Such an apt description of what The written word means to someone who writes with passion; a reflection of reality. @Andria_DSouza your writing is so crisp and fresh and uncluttered, it is sheer pleasure to see your verse unfolding itself gracefully as one reads ..Wonderful Job!

Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful expression of the written word.

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