I still find myself overwhelmed by the sheer nakedness of posting. Joy does so effortlessly, a blithe author on the web. I find the whole process almost painfully arduous. Of course, it is this very fear of exposure that has kept me scribbling in notebooks and journals all these years--scribbling that is always tucked away in drawers rather than shared. It is very possible that I have never been published because I have never truly made an effort to be. Apparently I find that more palatable than not being published because my writing has been found wanting! Just to prove to myself that I can break bad habits, I offer up a scribbling to share.
Fear
Sometimes it's hard
to even contemplate
the commitment
of pen on paper.
It's frightening
to allow the flow of ink
to shackle you
to word and thought.
The bold gallop
across parchment
scatters shadows
and rends your veil.
It drags you shivering
and exposed into the light
and chides you
for your reticence.
No matter how weighty
the poetry or prose,
the letters are too spare
to hide the quivering soul
and the fiery mind
whose coupling
gave them life.
--Tina
Come On In
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Last night I asked Mr. Moon if he would like to go to Bradley's country
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4 comments:
Very few people know what a breakthrough this is! I am so proud of you and thrilled! :-)
Gorgeous writing. You should continue posting it without fear ... we're all "friends" here.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
I love this poem. It just grabs me where I live with my writing.
xoxoxo Charlie
very nice, please continue
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