This entry is a special one for me. It's the 100th entry of my Writing in the Bachs! Woo hoo (pause while I do happy dance). Thanks to everyone who follows, and to those who have read and commented on any of this chaos stew. I have decided to include several quotes about writing that speak to me, and then a poem that was inspired by a past Magpie, but that I didn't enter there. It has also been edited with influence from comments by the Facial Expression Poetry Group I have joined.
Writing is both mask and unveiling. -E.B. White
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear - and devils, too. -Terri Guillemets
Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake. -E.L. Doctorow
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. -Thomas Merton
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On the Threshold
hair and bed sheets in disarray
she rushes down the stairs
a fluttering in her chest
as she opens the door
she wonders -
is this a beginning
or an end?
Writing is both mask and unveiling. -E.B. White
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear - and devils, too. -Terri Guillemets
Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake. -E.L. Doctorow
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. -Thomas Merton
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On the Threshold
hair and bed sheets in disarray
she rushes down the stairs
a fluttering in her chest
as she opens the door
she wonders -
is this a beginning
or an end?
Thank you all again!
Congrats! And every day is only the beginning....:)
ReplyDeleteThank you JBluesboy! And thanks for following along!
ReplyDelete"The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success."
ReplyDelete"Ah, poet-dreamer, within those walls
What triumphs shall be yours!
For all are happy and rich and great
In that City of By-and-by."
Well done on reaching the big 100 in such style.....now onwards to 1,000!!
Congratulations on your 100th post! I look forward to reading many more to come.
ReplyDeleteMary, congratulations on your century... lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Fionnbharr - wise and lovely words. Who said that? :o)
ReplyDeleteLisa - Thank your encouragement, and for following.
Bleedingmoonppoetry - Hey, thank you! Glad to see you here. and I think you may have helped shape this poem into it's current form.
Congratulations on your 100th entry! Best wishes for the next hundred, and beyond!
ReplyDeleteI like the poem. It's really nice.
Thank you Introspeak! Glad you stopped by!
ReplyDeleteCongrats
ReplyDeleteThank you Liz - love ya!
ReplyDeleteAhhhhhhh......Bach
ReplyDeletelol, that's me! Thanks for stopping by :o)
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