When the sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something enters into the mind of men/women - pens bleed across pages - inspiring multitudes around the globe.
The fonts speak for themselves...
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Revelation, perspiration, inspiration... you've quilled, er, penned the process beautifully. Well presented.
I may crack open MS Publisher and play with this formatting style, myself, with Word Art, if I have your approval. Nothing more than just wanting to try something different. Thanks for the inspira... d'oh. I just got it... again.
The graphic style is stunning! It is in line with the scarcity of words. This poem is lesser inspiring to me than "Mea Culpa" for personal reasons. The words sound differently to me for I associated the graphic form more with symbols and especially calligraphy (was there an intention of "calligraphisizing" these words?). Very researched and elaborate work, indeed! Bravo!
Revelation, perspiration, inspiration... you've quilled, er, penned the process beautifully. Well presented.
I may crack open MS Publisher and play with this formatting style, myself, with Word Art, if I have your approval. Nothing more than just wanting to try something different. Thanks for the inspira... d'oh. I just got it... again.
Very clever... it's a mystery to me as to how it's done! At first, the format seemed a little bit distracting but, on second reading, i can see how what you've done highlights the words.
To say I am awestruck is so cliche because I know the brillance of that mind of yours. What a story in so few words. The depth of this piece could leave a person reading it over and over again and still finding so many different ways to travel the words.
It doesn't matter the number of mark throughs on a piece of paper, it doesn't matter the number of pages it takes to make it so, just so. One doesn't need to travel down literary schooling, have degrees that merely sit upon a wall, it's the end result. You perch your soul upon creating astounding pieces and for me, personally, that defines a writer from those who merely attempt to writer and get lost in the back slapping self grandeur of half-assed writing.
I'm hidden amongst the rambling rose, entwined within my rambling proseplease beware of the thorns.
I'm a budding new writer who hasn't got a clue. I love words, but only know a few. I'm.. more..