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the writing class
“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” ~ Jim Harrison (Songs of Unreason)
Is it a child who writes?
One too advanced for her years perhaps
seeking permission for the temerity to venture
as far as pie at night – that’s all in the sky
and sleep as distant as the nearest star
the guttering tealight signals countdown
a bell tolls for mass, breaking the fast
in the classrooms, inkwells are being filled
from each small, china white pot, a blue-black eye peers
the child stabs it with her pen, squeamishly
dip-dipped drops, an incandescent spread
down the bright silver metal beneath
over the neat lettering, an adventurous nib splits
splodges shot like tiny cannon dotting the i’s
until the page is full of fireworks and spent dandelion heads
after the last puff of time
Joining Jilly’s poetry prompt with her pick of Jim Harrison quotes on this Day 19 of 28 Days of Unreason
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This is excellent. I love so many of the images, and I like the child-like view. The poetry of going back to the very basics of learning to write.
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thank you Sarah – I recall the struggle for neatness and mastery of the pen – in the process nearly lost the love of the word
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What a glorious image – fireworks and dandelion head – transcendent nib splatter
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‘transcendent nib’ 🙂 wish I’d thought of that Tish
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Well you made me think it!
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Venture as far as pie at night! Oh my, I love that line! When you highlight the child your writing soars. I think back to an earlier image this month of swinging feet 🙂 This is a charming poem; so well crafted. Your unique eye on the world is glorious. I, too, struggled with neatness as a kid, but never did I turn my mess into art. Love the pictures of the art as it bursts onto the paper.
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without sounding like one of those pseudo retrograde therapists (apologies to anyone who resents the adjective but I am not unbiased!), I had not thought much of the child within. Maybe there was more to me then than a gormless soul in a parallel universe 😉
Either way, I like how much these daily prompts hone some prompt responses – cutting down on thinking and editing time- and am very grateful for your generosity of time and enthusiasm
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You created an eloquent write here. Fireworks and dandelion heads…..and an artist was born!
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Thank you Vivian – I tried to bridge both and fell in between so many thanks for all your kind comments
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😊
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I love how this all comes apart so beautifully. You paint a lovely dreamland word picture of one writing (from the child, the blessed inner child) with images that are timeless. This is a dreamy write! I can’t pull a favorite passage because you wrote so many into this poem, and they work together so well.
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I was touched by your heartfelt view of the child Charley – and such heartening comments
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Ah, but deserved… deserved indeed.
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This may be my favorite of your poems that I’ve read. The final lines:
“an adventurous nib splits
splodges shot like tiny cannon dotting the i’s
until the page is full of fireworks and spent dandelion heads
after the last puff of time”
makes me think of being in the archives and reading a letter from someone long gone.
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Fabulous feedback Merril – I sometimes feel as though I’ve been archived
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Your ultraRich words jump off the page (& other gushing cliche’s) I liked it
big time. fine job. g.r.
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Gush away with my many thanks
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Very nice! A dreamy pouring out of an adult/child worldview!
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Thank you – I like the notion of it pouring out …like ink
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Left handed, I remember walking around with blue fingers, as I battled to use pen, and ink.
Today by choice I still prefer to write with a pencil!
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were you made to write right handed as a left hander like children of my school days? have always been disappointed with my hand writing as a right hander- the keyboard is my get out clause but I can do a bit of flourish with a quality pen.Pencils are my crossword tool
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No – I was treated kindly. I can still write with both hands, better with the left.
At school I was told, either is fine, but I must choose ONE.
Children now are so geared to thumbing keyboards. They are no longer taught to write by hand, and then the brain functions differently. ‘Dipping a pen in ink’ will mystify them ;~))
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I keep promising myself a calligraphy class but recall the struggle when I had to use an italic nib
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I have a left-handed calligraphy book. Was fun for a while.
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