When I Write . . . a poem I wrote for Poetry Friday
Here’s a poem I wrote that I wanted to share for Poetry Friday.
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When I write
When I write
everything pours out into my pen:
steeped emotions,
vibrating coils of memory
the dandelion fluff of dreams
voices from my subconscious
heard clearly through the ink
passions and thoughts,
wanting to right wrongs,
change history, heal wounds.
I coat them with imagination and creativity,
deepen them to take on
the voice of a storyteller,
and they swirl together into the color of
the ink on my page.
Cheryl Rainfield, All Rights Reserved
Feb 20, 2008



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February 29th, 2008 at 8:44 am
SO right, and true. I love the idea of all those things mixing to form the actual ink.
February 29th, 2008 at 9:04 am
Thanks, Kelly.
I’m glad it fits for you, too–and glad you like the metaphor!
February 29th, 2008 at 9:12 am
What a lovely poem! Like how your mind works. Thanks.
February 29th, 2008 at 1:15 pm
Thanks, Jama; that w as so lovely to read! I really appreciate that.
March 7th, 2008 at 12:40 pm
You really captured it!
March 7th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
Thanks, Christine.