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Words formed in silence,
not yet tangible.
Transformed by time and motion into
voice, shape, and meaning.
Simple words, simple in comphrehension,
moving imperceptibly from
shadow into substance.
And from this womb
of subdued contemplation
evolves the written word.
Born of solitude,
now set free
to whisper, roar, and rhyme
across the page.
The moment of birth
giving me life.
What I strive for in my head,
is reaching my hand.
Words flowing line after line,
gestation to creation
that beginning is all to me.
Flights of fancy,
fact or fiction,
unimpeded, rush from me,
to stand alone
all ties severed.
The life they breathe
is now their own.
William
Evocative, resonant and explicit, the subtext speaks volumes.
DR
Thanks Dermott for the comments . . .
the Blarney gets the better of me sometimes ! bill.
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