What makes us? (Prose)

no tears in the writer

The writer has invited you
to read their words
to be privy to their inner thoughts
What they perceive to be ~
the essence of their soul
the antidote for how they feel
at any given moment

How do you envisage them
someone with a life
much the same as yours
A wife daydreaming by the stove
her words cooking in the pot
a teacher scribbling on a
blackboard, only to think of a poem

Do they sit at traffic lights
with words tumbling through
their heads ~ grasping for a scrap of paper
battling to find a pen, so they won’t
leave the words behind
For it’s in these precious moments
that they must write them down
or commit to memory
hoping later they’ll be found

Writers can be complicated
each one so different from the next
whilst one is happy with what they write
you’ll find the other quite perplexed
To you the reader you have the chance
to peer into their heart, their soul
their experiences in life

You will see pain, tears and suffering
love and happiness,  Mood swings
high to low from one day to the next
for they are emotional creatures
whose words reflect what they feel
and a roller-coaster ride is yours
should you care to read

So bear all this in mind
as you absorb what they
have written, understand their love
of writing at times needs to be forgiven
it’s a desire, a want, a lust
with a thirst that’s never quenched
but if by chance, it’s touched your heart
in the tiniest of ways
or brought some strong emotion forth
then you’ll have truly made their day

 

©jmtacken 21 Oct, 2013

Erasing the memory for Picture it and Write

This is another piece from the inspirational folk at Picture it and write

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and this is the picture

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and this is my take on it

You held a pencil , the artist emerged & crafted me into the person of your dreams your
–  vision
From the pencil came the paint brush,  master strokes & palette in hand you painted
 – me
An idea, your masterpiece took shape until you thought it too hard to
– complete
But I am blood & bone, can you not see the colour of my skin or the hand that reaches out in
 – mercy
Do you not feel my pain as you swiftly without just cause take away what you
 – created
You encouraged me to grow, I came to life under each meticulous stroke of your
– brush
 I did it out of love for you, removing me, will that give you
–  pleasure
I see it in your face,  damn it,  let me
–  be
don’t waste your time on another
– magnum opus

 

 I am who you need, do not rub me from your life
– do not 
 


Picture it & Write

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com

Bequested love

Dance with me
and set
fine step with
virginals
recorders
and cornets

Let me introduce you
to court my lady
my lady
dressed in
fashioned finery

galliard
stockings white
whirl to music
played
this night

whitened skin
beauty fair
reddened cheeks
and auburn hair

my lady I shall
forsake my life
for yours
I shall betake
to ends of earth
declare my love
forgo the whores

grant me
company with
your honesty
for I do not
look upon you
commonly

utmost charm
you spellbind
elegant eyes
that haunt me
I pray you are
inclined

hold you hand
in mine
dance lightly
look into my eyes
can I convince
this is no guise

composition
beauty and grace
modestly majestic
no finer lady
dressed in lace

smile for me my lady
lower eyelids
coyly
let me raise your hand
look not upon me
shyly

crowded jewels
upon your dress
impassioned is
my love

let me confess
to you my love
I’ve sworn
this night of nights
I am reborn

 

ramblingsfromamum 1.1.2013

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Mask of life

Feathers
open weave
sparkling
sequence
on a stick

that touches
my skin
hiding
covering
thoughts

Not wanting
nor willing to
show the world
who I
really am

shielded
protected from
outside world
who do not
know me
be myself

fronting with
a different
face
masquerade a
veneer of who I am

covering the
external me
to not display
the internal
vulnerable

it is permitted
to hide
behind the
shield
of my safe being

the question remains
is it safe
to emerge
relinquish
the open weave
that is the
protector
of myself

do not dwell on

reactions of others
do not be afraid
open myself to

possibilities
cast off my
fears
reveal myself
cease this
masquerade

There are days when you want to blog your heart out

and  then there are days when you can’t think of anything that anybody on this entire planet would want to read.

Well I’m having a blog your heart out day it seems.

This is my 3rd today – yes 3rd – absurd – yes I concur. What do I wish to blog about? Let me see perhaps  – the addictiveness of blogging the obsession of putting ones thoughts on public view?

I started because I enjoy writing and this pretty much sums it up for us writers does it not?

 

well maybe not quite as dramatic, maybe I’m just feeling ‘arty’   

No hang on not that ‘arty’

Not that I don’t like art, I do though you would never think it, because my home is very minimilistic  though according to the ‘www’ –  Minimalistic: There is no such word as minimalistic. The word is minimalist. So my house or more so my walls are minimalist/bare/scant/empty/naked/stark/unembellished…I think you get the drift? I have 2 sets of photos of my eldest daughters wedding and I have a collage which my parents gave me as me as a child (cute as a button I was – but we aren’t going down that path) &  that’s it. Yet I do love art – I like prints and photos and some ‘real works’ – by that I mean paintings – brushes, palettes, linseed oil and all of that. In fact some years back I sold an oil painting that I did (pats myself on the back), but have never really taken it up again.

How did I start talking about this kind of art,

when I meant the art of writing???   

See I’m boring you now aren’t I?