My fingers pulsate as a life line dripping black blood onto a lifeless backdrop of white pressed wood reviving a silent voice without lips ever having to part... Oh yes...I still write
Oh, how cool! What a descriptive way of expressing the act of writing (assuming that's what this is actually about). In fact, I have a theory as to what may have prompted this poem.
Do people ask you all the time, "Oh...do you still write?" I say this because I get that question a lot. In your words:
"My fingers pulsate
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood,"
Initially, reading that, I honestly didn't think it was about writing (in spite of the title). It almost sounded as if you were donating blood to someone who was dying. Yet, I suppose, writing can take on a similar quality.
Pressing ink onto a blank page can almost be like giving blood to a dying piece of paper - and thus the metaphor works extremely well. I have a tattoo of a quill pen and a sewing needle on my back, and I feel as though the quill pen part fulfills that need to "give blood" to the blank page.
So, I must ask - is my interpretation correct? And again, beautiful words - very close to my heart.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Yes sir you are absolutely correct! Technology has made writing so easy but it's seeing my words wri.. read moreYes sir you are absolutely correct! Technology has made writing so easy but it's seeing my words written by my hand that makes it very personal to me. When I press my fingertips around my black 0.5 gel pen and place the tip against that lifeless body lying on my table, pushing out whatever I'm feeling at that moment, I feel like I'm giving birth to different pieces of myself every single time I write. If I'm sad, happy, upset, sexual, joyous, angry, afraid, etc., I can see it not only through my words, but by the strokes of my pen and that makes me remember why I write. Again, thank you for another very well interpreted and much appreciated comment.
Seeing sentences appear from a pen and feeling the resistance of the paper to the nib remind one of just how hard it can be to express emotions in words.
I feel asnif writing connects you to yourself. When others read your work they can connect to you, b.. read moreI feel asnif writing connects you to yourself. When others read your work they can connect to you, but when you can go back and see your how your hand gave life to your thoughts, it's a feeling only a writer can understand. Thank you for your time and your thoughts.
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10 Years Ago
Sorry for the typo. It's suppose to read I feel as if not asnif...
Beautiful. The black blood breathing breathe back into
A body of limitless imagination. Coloring
in every part and every action as it becomes
to have a life of its own that you, the author,
is all part of and because of. You gave birth to it all by first giving it lips with an existence to live again.
And reminding the world what it looks like when a writer is
giving life, donating, to the imagination of story-telling painting.
An author, however, that is letting you know that she hasn't yet given up to donate; nevertheless to write.
Its Nice.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Such an amazing and descriptive comment...thank you:)