Today with my high school class we wrote phrases that include personification. I wrote a poem for my students, and then I pondered, could I do one that would talk about my slicing. Here is my try--not even close to perfect, but......
The words call me:
speak my story
give voice to us--we need to be heard!
My fingers answer
as they run around the keyboard.
My thoughts quickly walk to the page--or the blog
spilling ideas on their path to the next line.
My witty audience responds with clarity and inner intelligence
to the words that spoke to them.
Their keyboard is steaming and tickling
when fingers trip over the letters in their hurry to comment.
I wait with the waking moon
to read the comments before
I encounter my voiceless dreams and
touch the words that will create
my slice tomorrow.
The words call me again:
they whisper and say,
come back in April
our story has more chapters!
Very nice! I especially like the part about the witty audience and intelligence! So true. Oh, yeah, that would be me...I mean us. But true anyway.
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"Words call me...speak my story." Oh, how I love that imagery. And I have felt the call this month. What a lovely piece.
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our story has more chapters" YIPPY!
I also loved this group of lines!
DeleteYour words gave me chills! May seem silly but it is the truth. "my voiceless dreams and touch the words that will create my slice tomorrow" --- Thanks!
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Yay! Your words resonate in my heart, too. It has been a delight to be a part of such a community!
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