I Still Write

My fingers pulsate
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless 
backdrop of
white pressed wood
reviving a
silent voice
without lips ever 
having to part...
Oh yes...I still write

Reviews

[Eric Pudalov]

Oh, how cool! What a descriptive way of expressing the act of writing (assuming that's what this is actually about). In fact, I have a theory as to what may have prompted this poem.

Do people ask you all the time, "Oh...do you still write?" I say this because I get that question a lot. In your words:

"My fingers pulsate
as a life line
dripping black blood
onto a lifeless
backdrop of
white pressed wood,"

Initially, reading that, I honestly didn't think it was about writing (in spite of the title). It almost sounded as if you were donating blood to someone who was dying. Yet, I suppose, writing can take on a similar quality.

Pressing ink onto a blank page can almost be like giving blood to a dying piece of paper - and thus the metaphor works extremely well. I have a tattoo of a quill pen and a sewing needle on my back, and I feel as though the quill pen part fulfills that need to "give blood" to the blank page.

So, I must ask - is my interpretation correct? And again, beautiful words - very close to my heart.

[Teeya]

Yes sir you are absolutely correct! Technology has made writing so easy but it's seeing my words written by my hand that makes it very personal to me. When I press my fingertips around my black 0.5 gel pen and place the tip against that lifeless body lying on my table, pushing out whatever I'm feeling at that moment, I feel like I'm giving birth to different pieces of myself every single time I write. If I'm sad, happy, upset, sexual, joyous, angry, afraid, etc., I can see it not only through my words, but by the strokes of my pen and that makes me remember why I write. Again, thank you for another very well interpreted and much appreciated comment.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[A. Amos]

Compelling and enjoyable read. Well done!

[Teeya]

Thank you:)

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Nothing quite like a write:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[Teeya]

ABSOLUTELY!!! Thanks for reading and the comment:)

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Yes any time:)

[Anand Sehgal]

This poem is a writer's delight , as much as a reader's :)
super-awesome piece.
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[Teeya]

And your comment is definitely a smile!!! Thank you!!!

[Anand Sehgal]

my pleasure dear :)
love back :)

[Savannah Bly]

I love this poem and am connected to it. I have 4 journals I keep for 4 different styles of writing and ideas for future writing. I completely understand this! Great job, very well done!

[Teeya]

I write with certain pens for a certain feel and my handwriting changes depending on the mood I'm in. That's why no matter how much I type, my hand connects me to my writing and looking back over each piece tells me who I was at that moment. I'm glad you connected and I than you for your time and comment:)

[Zahra]

A cool piece, really, great flow

[Teeya]

Glad you enjoyed it:)

[Frieda P]

Thoughts dripping onto our pages usually say so much more than the spoken word, seems the pen is vastly prolific and much bolder...nicely said, quite like this one.

[Teeya]

I very much agree with you. The ear hears and can remember moments, but thoughts can be fleeting or might very well fade away. But the pen seals each moment, etching them for you to relive as often as you choose or to invite others to relive them with you. Words are emotions and when you read they become your interpretation no matter who held the pen and the connection to pieces you read or write is almost always a personal one. The speaking voice may be quiet even when shouting...but the imprint words can leave once eyes cross them can speak more loudly than ears could ever hear or mouths could ever scream. Thank you for your time and thoughts...both are very much appreciated.