Keyboard | Baris Semerci
synthetic diamond
alphabet revolution
permanent carte blanche
expressing all emotions
with the same worn out keyboard
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writing poems
Sentence Deconstruction | Mary Bone
I deconstructed a sentence
broke it down to the letters
fileting the words with a knife,
somehow I ended up
with chopped suey.
Paper | Jenny Middleton
leaves paper the sky; spreading hands shielding
the blaze of a sultry day from the tinder box
crumble threading our journey through the trees
as pages turning diary like to once before
when youth’s lantern faces gleaming
we shone with song more deliciously ardent
than the apple buds’ danced imaginings.
the circle full, the trunks sawn and strange,
pressed to a paper of our own printed work
where we write of that day’s woodland walk
and those fierce rent wandering words
fixing forever breathing, igniting whole
the flame leaping blaze of those tiger thoughts
of that shady sunned apple grown afternoon.
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Keep Writing | Donetta Sifford
Keep writing.
When morning carries
songs of birds on sunshine,
keep writing.
As night wraps darkness
around your tired body,
keep writing.
If you’ve bled on paper
only to receive rejection,
keep writing.
Friends may politely scan
over your words unsmiling,
keep writing.
Even if you write to clear
your head, mindfulness,
meditation, for your peace
of mind and your sanity,
keep writing.
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A Seasoned Writer | Mary Bone
A seasoned writer
peppered and salted,
weathered the storm,
added garlic and paprika-
He threw in the towel.
His work was done.
The Recipe to Be a Writer | Bob McNeil
Besides a pencil or pen,
Paper, and an imagination,
You need the ears of a moth,
A bird’s vision,
A Philomath’s brain,
A Hippocratic heart,
And an empath’s spirit,
Then mix in incidents from your life.
Let simmer,
And you’ll write.
You’ll write.
When the Blaze Begins | Heath Brougher
There are occasions when
that ever-burning flicker
of a flame is suddenly swept up
by gale-force inspiration and grows
into giant whorls of blazing creativity
as the mind sheds its inner turbulence
and spills it out onto the canvass of the page.
During these moments that little flicker
suddenly spreads into a scorching
wildfire of thoughts, its flames lashing out
like fiery orange fangs biting upward at the sky.