Tag Archive | prose

Tears

A tear holds more than liquid. It’s source comes from special moments. It can fall at any time with or without warning. Sometimes it rolls alone slowly down your cheek, or it may fall rapidly with billions of others as you are swarmed with emotion. A tear may be formed from within the heart or […]

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Blank Page

I begin with a blank page and a heavy hand. No thoughts at times, too many so often. I begin to write and the paper is filled. It’s a wonder and a joy. A new page is born. Soon the story ends.

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My Search

Someone tell me of a song or book that will help me describe the way I feel. Can anyone perceive of the emotions in me? I think not. I shall write my own. It will tell the tales of my heart’s adventures. I use my brain as a guide. But is there a book that […]

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The Art of Writing

I’ve been at this for days. I’m trying to write the perfect novel, but in my quest, I was trapped choosing the word to best transcend my sentence. A skillful craft it is. Writing with divine elegance, and in such ana rrangement that the chosen words identify the writer’s thoughts with the simplest comprehension for […]

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On Words

My lips are pressed together and my tongue is silent. Except for the words flowing through my pen, my voice is unheard. Ears will not hear me, but eyes can listen. They listen to my paper after the ideas have passed. The words are still and will not perish from the page. Only in this […]

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Dance With Autumn Leaves

The clouds break and a peak of sunlight spills through. The dawn of a new era is beginning. My feet are wet and I have swam through the swamps. The forest is all around me. There are birds singing on one tree and wolves hiding behind another. My eyes are alert and intent. Well traveled […]

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When I write

When I pick up a piece of paper and begin to write I know something special is going to happen. It’s like picking up the telephone to call an old friend. In writing I’m calling upon my own thoughts and feelings. No one can do it for me. I have a sense of freedom and […]

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