How The Poet Lost Her Voice
It used to come with doves blood ink,quill, parchmentand words aplentyas though it came knowingthat it would soon enough fly offwith summers soft cooing.There were pearls aplenty, too,to cup in hands,...
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Hello Feith,This explains all my q's I had at your first post!Very nice read, but keep on writing...even if the words seem old......Leny
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A well expressed poem showing the struggles we all have with writing from time to time ! Thanks for sharing this one!Finbar.
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Very, very nice... Well paced, well constructed and quietly manages to be both bitter and beautiful... This is no dregs, but a first pressing! Kevin
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A pearl of a write...bleeding along a thread, from quill to kill. Enjoyed....Gloria
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I love the way you developed it and the moods you created along the way. Then the pause and a grand change of mood. I could almost feel the coming to attention and the snap.Partir cst mourir un peu.
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a late reply to this one. you have a definite style and talent - very good.
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Hello Feith,How well you depict the frustration of 'writer's block'.A good read.Regards,Maryse
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