Paradox

Writing lends a scribe an eye,

an ear, to listen to words;

they speak,

as others might

excavating plots,

of previously unread, or seen

worlds they occupy,

transcribed between the keys

imaginations made:

writing’s paradox.

2 thoughts on “Paradox”

Hi, Cherry. Missed you on my 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th sweep-throughs on Twitter today. So glad I didn’t finally miss this poem! It’s passingly lovely to be up in the middle of the night, getting the last folks that for some reason my recalcitrant, babyish, whiny ilittle timeline rerveals to me. I can never figure out their scheme of putting things from 4 days ago that I’ve already answered in the midst of what I’m trying to do! But let me not be like my timeline, and let me tell you that I rreally enjoyed your poem about writing (and it’s also a little about music, I teel, using the word “transcribed” and referring to the keys). It’s like a writer’s account book, keeping careful record of the credits and debits and transactions that have gone on in words. And yet, so brief! I’m so glad that you decided to contribute this week. Jen’s great, isn’t she? I can see that her other work really is in weddings, wedding us all more firmly and stoutly to our words and our work with her patronage and interest! Have a great weekend upcoming! More poems, more poems, a greedy world needs all of us, even if it thtnks it only needs jaunt and junk! Best, Vicki B.

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