A living tree is taken so I may give birth
to words on paper, and yet today
I see only Rorschach splattering ink on the wall.
"I see a sleepless angel"...
"I see a clumsy lover"...
"I see a girl crying in a Rowan tree"...
"I see Mary calling out for grace".
but my fingers are still.
A mysterious read, both despairing and, in its stillness, resisting that.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need to remind ourselves of the world beyond the page. You have done this so effectively.
ReplyDelete..i think we have quite similar notion for the prompt this week.. but yours much light and positive than what i did on mine.. hehe.. i felt much of your words in the second part.. great read!(:
ReplyDeleteGood day!
~Kelvin
I see a mind waiting... In the still spaces, anything can be born...
ReplyDeleteAh, the challenge of a blank sheet of paper!
ReplyDeleteSometime it's good to let the mind wander where it will - the words will come later.
ReplyDeletethe midn is fertile but the fingers unwilling...smiles...great opening...the rorshakt blots...nice play on that blot...
ReplyDeleteA wonderful thought-provoking piece!
ReplyDeleteReally makes you think....lovely writing Nana Jo!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! So nice to see you back, Jo!
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