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each letter a droplet on the page
the white surface silky, unmoving
not a duality,
but a harmony
the curved black lines
graceful
tracing my thoughts
flowing from my mind
and through the reflective metallic shimmer
at the tip,
the point of contact
between imagination
and reality
...
where pen touches paper, the smooth flow of words brings the inside to the outside, linking the mind to its surroundings, a seemingly separation, yet interconnected in unknown ways. The ink flows like liquid fire, passionate, or like the ripples of water in a pond. The emotion is in the writing itself.
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Big Dreams
Writer and artist who loves dogs, beaches, coffee and solitude
Comments (1)
the point of contact between imagination and reality I especially loved these lines! This was such a wonderful poem!