Friday, May 21, 2010
Flying Pen
Spent a long time with the journal under a stack of books. No courage to catch the pen and soar with it to a place of easy breath. Now the flight is emerging and it clears up the mind and soul. The ink is flowing and the sight is blinding. Finally a place to examine all the levels of grey matter twirling in a mass. It begins. It is all about me.
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Let that pen fly! Just write what is there at the moment cleverjo. Also go to the sticky places and the liberating jumps in time and space.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of soaring, Jim and I loved the Vietnam poem you read on Sat. night. We were both very moved by it.
ReplyDeleteI always save that pome until the end...
ReplyDeleteJim looks like Richard Dreyfus..I am going to find a photo and see if that is true.