Words, words, words, words, words, words,
more words, words, words,
her words,
my words.
She fed me my words on a platter then dropped it.
The platter cracked and my words spilled on the floor.
Words, words, words, words, words, words,
more words, words, words,
her words,
my words.
She fed me my words on a platter then dropped it.
The platter cracked and my words spilled on the floor.
Filed under Arbitrary Thoughts, Dust Bunnies, Writing
“Go into the arts.
I’m not kidding.
The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake.
Sing in the shower.
Dance to the radio.
Tell stories.
Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem.
Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward.
You will have created something.”
~~Thanks to Delve Writing for initially sharing this on F.B. and inspiring me to re-share with you here.~~
Filed under Arbitrary Thoughts, Art, poetry, Quotes, Writing