Bleeding ink from my fingertips, my heart pours out to you. Word for word it lingers, drips; a snow white canvas tainted. I plead my words, a solemn despair, I ripped my soul to share.
Written with words like razors at the proverbial wrists; cutting through the arteries of invention. I think every artist spills a bit of themselves in creation; the painter upon his canvas, the poet on his page, the sculptor chipping away the marble to reveal the art contained within. Here's to the continuation of all those who pursue their craft with passion and integrity. I enjoyed the read.
I love this piece! It's so true for artists and comes by very personal. Thank you for sharing this! I can relate to it as well. As a writer I always try to convey true parts of me in my work, and you've succeeded at that with this poem.
...and so many who don't write think it's easy to put pen to paper for all the world to see. If your words can't get them to understand,...well, it won't be the fault of Adam M. Snow. Truly outstanding
Bravo Adam! This very fine piece flows so smoothly and each word full of meaning. I think you have written a perfect sonnet to describe how a poet thinks and feels when they write. Love this one!
Hemingway set the example for me. Don't read about life. Test life. The sweet part and the bitter part we must learn.
"We are the poet, mending, breaking;
shedding blood, our ink.
Lost in thought, truly aching,
scattering pages across the floor.
A poet's dream shall never come;
a countless writing - a rule of thumb."
The above lines are true. Great writers bleed to paper. Kosinski is my favorite. His book "Painted Bird". He bleed the truth of war and hate. And how to survive. Thank you Adam for sharing the amazing thoughts and words.
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"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow
I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..