I choose words carefully
With fretful consideration
Balancing meanings with sound and form
Trying to capture elusive half thoughts
That dissolve and crumble at the slightest touch
Interpretations of mystery
Pictures of the unseen
Symphonies of silence punctuated by the tap of time’s baton
Taking the measure of the day into
Account
David Trudel © 2012
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beautiful.
Thanks Susan!
And it’s harder than it looks.
True! Some days it really is a fretful struggle. Sometimes, at least for me, the words just flow. I’m having a productive roll but its always a struggle.
They never flow for me. I have to kill them off, one by one, until only the right one remains. Most of the time, I have to kill it too.
Haha. I know what you mean having had years when I couldn’t write a thing worth keeping.
Nicely put.
Thanks!