What I Hear

Posted: October 25, 2014 in poetry
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I wrestled with words tonight,
pushed and shoved syllables and vowels,
handcuffed the lines and held them prisoner.
I heard what I wanted to hear after they confessed.
Made them admit they had no meaning,
only beautiful but bitter obscurity.

DSS

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  1. I understand. Sigh. I fight with words and phrases…sometimes I jot them down and later they turn themselves into a poem or a story. I love how you wrote this and the ending is perfect.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    • If I’m having trouble writing something, it’s usually because “I’ve handcuffed the lines and held them prisoner”, unwilling to change them or perhaps unwilling to see that they don’t have the meaning I originally meant them to have, that’s the time to put it in the trash, take a rest and start over.

      Hope you had a good weeee kend! 🙂

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      • I understand. Sometimes I just write as it comes…and make no changes. Other times I dissect it. And, well, I’m not sure which is better. 🙂
        Yes, we can always start over.
        HUGS!!! It WAS a good WHEE-kend!!! How was yours?!?! 🙂

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  2. ~ Sadie ~ says:

    I love this ❤ – honest, eloquent, raw!! You may have wrestled, but you came out victoriously here! Well done!!

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