Technicolour

Technicolour

A Poem by Mary Bosworth

Gliding through life
on a magical pen
I return to my daydreams
again and again
and record them,
for me, not for posterity.
And if I do not write for myself
then for whom would it be?
If I wrote to please others
it wouldn't sound like me...
and it'd be simply a reflection
from a fragmented mirror.

I write when my world stops listening.
I write to the child in me,
I write to set her free.
I tell her she's  alright.
I say to her:
"Get out your purple pen, write."

© 2014 Mary Bosworth


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This is so fantastic and fragrant with emotion and feeling

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love the final stretch of lines. Writing for the child in you is such a wonderful concept.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is beautifully penned and unique...

Posted 10 Years Ago


This piece is amazing and entrancingly entrancing. I love this gentle feeling write so much.

Posted 10 Years Ago


What a stunning piece which builds character and meaning and a sense of truth unfolded before the reader

Posted 10 Years Ago


I couldn't agree with this more; our words are meant for us; in the movie 'Finding Forrester' Sean Connery's character, a writer named William Forrester, say, 'Why is it the words we write for ourselves are always better than the words we write for other?" I tend to believe that's because there is raw emotion pouring onto the page, rather then writing for critics to tear it down, to tell you 'what you really meant.' Well done, Mary.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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