A poem
“an invitation to war against
what floats from my own mind
into this quiet place”
The battle we face in every blank page: to fight against self-doubt and find peace, to relax our grip on the pen and let the words flow.
So true, so true!
I find this exquisite. I feel it so deeply. Well done.
Thank you Cynthia! 💫
Thank
You! ✨
You’re a really excellent poet, Brian.
What a perfect metaphor found in plain sight and beautifully uncovered.
Thank you Ben💫
truly showing that the pen is mightier than the sword, brian.
It’s definitely my preferred tool ⭐️
Cynthia says this perfectly: exquisite. It's exquisite, Brian.
"I have looked beyond
the steel point of my pen"
These lines set a wonderful tone and image.
and to then conclude with
"and the rose
with the knowing
that it is found
in the steel point
of my pen."
Just wonderful. The cultivation of something that comes only from committing to the page.
Thanks Nathan, I always appreciate you reading and your kind comments!
'Strike now with a cry
arising from
ancient armies
that march within,
war that echoes'
The war of Art! '
A really fascinating image of the hand and the poem and the rose all in one morphing shape.
Thanks David!
Evoking battle with writing itself? Evoking battle as the history of humanity? Evoking battle as a lark tripped down while focused on the pen tip? Very richly done!
Thank you! I'm glad I'm not the only one that enjoyed this!
Wow! Took me there - to the battles, to the tears…
Thanks Leon, I hope the momentary trip was positive, however you define that!
Lovely!! XO
“an invitation to war against
what floats from my own mind
into this quiet place”
The battle we face in every blank page: to fight against self-doubt and find peace, to relax our grip on the pen and let the words flow.
So true, so true!
I find this exquisite. I feel it so deeply. Well done.
Thank you Cynthia! 💫
Thank
You! ✨
You’re a really excellent poet, Brian.
What a perfect metaphor found in plain sight and beautifully uncovered.
Thank you Ben💫
truly showing that the pen is mightier than the sword, brian.
It’s definitely my preferred tool ⭐️
Cynthia says this perfectly: exquisite. It's exquisite, Brian.
"I have looked beyond
the steel point of my pen"
These lines set a wonderful tone and image.
and to then conclude with
"and the rose
with the knowing
that it is found
in the steel point
of my pen."
Just wonderful. The cultivation of something that comes only from committing to the page.
Thanks Nathan, I always appreciate you reading and your kind comments!
'Strike now with a cry
arising from
ancient armies
that march within,
war that echoes'
The war of Art! '
A really fascinating image of the hand and the poem and the rose all in one morphing shape.
Thanks David!
Evoking battle with writing itself? Evoking battle as the history of humanity? Evoking battle as a lark tripped down while focused on the pen tip? Very richly done!
Thank you! I'm glad I'm not the only one that enjoyed this!
Wow! Took me there - to the battles, to the tears…
Thanks Leon, I hope the momentary trip was positive, however you define that!
Lovely!! XO