
WORDS
the poet’s crafty tools
silken soft, light as air
harsh and cruel
sharp as a sword
tinkling tickling piano keys
chalk on blackboard
from a dream to a scream
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©DGA 02.04.2011 14:00
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I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
03/04/2011 at 7:42 am
5 Stars for this, adee!
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03/04/2011 at 7:59 am
Wow, thank you Cindy! Enjoy your day, my friend… 😛
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03/04/2011 at 8:41 am
so true, and you needed so few words to express it all. Great post
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03/04/2011 at 8:58 am
Thanks, Sidey, so glad you liked it! 😀
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03/04/2011 at 11:35 am
Hi Adeeyoyo, a really stunning encapsulation of what words do…thank you.
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03/04/2011 at 11:49 am
Thanks for the visit and compliment, Kate. 8)
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03/04/2011 at 12:42 pm
words are grenades just waiting to go off….just dont hold on to them or you may lose a finger….
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03/04/2011 at 12:52 pm
You’re so right, Brian! 😆
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03/04/2011 at 4:00 pm
Enjoyed this, Denise. Especially:
tinkling tickling piano keys
chalk on blackboard
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03/04/2011 at 5:41 pm
Thanks, Nancy. 8)
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03/04/2011 at 6:44 pm
This deserves two more stanzas, at least
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03/04/2011 at 11:17 pm
That’s just as far as it came, Carl. Maybe one day…
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04/04/2011 at 12:45 am
Yeah, I understand.Have a lot of half done sketches. If a reader wants to read more of the thought/poem you know you are doing something right in my opinion.
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05/04/2011 at 1:06 am
Brilliant, Adeeyoyo 😀
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05/04/2011 at 3:30 am
I’m so glad you liked it, Bb! 8)
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