Wednesday, 25 July 2012


He said that by writing, one takes away the opportunity for another to write the same. Therefore, when writing one has to be considerate and reflexive. Weighing every word, making it count. I write because it is my act of courage for the day. It is wrapping my world in words and presenting them as a gift to whomever would want it to take it, even if just for a moment.

Others have touched with words for far longer and far more eloquently.
For instance: 

by Elizabeth Bishop
via Song of America

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

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