I write, therefore I am
everywhere –passing through a keyhole
or looking glass
into corners and characters
I’m just beginning to know, possess.
I write, therefore I am
the shadow of an idea,
dream or experience
that stains barriers with change
inspiring a few
to unlatch their gate, open their shutters.
I write, therefore I am
the progeny of every woman
in an oil painting who holds
a plume, a book or vellum fan
of letters. The lace of her sleeve
intricate as the language
she cultivates into a voice. A voice
that ripens into a vineyard.
“inspiring a few
to unlatch their gate, open their shutters.”
“A voice
that ripens into a vineyard.”
Luscious and rich and so lovely!
Wendy,
I love this from beginning to end!
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Love the idea of passing through keyholes
into corners and characters.
Wonderful imagery in the last four lines.
A pleasure to read.
Take care,
Kerri
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unlatch their gate–I love this image of inspiration
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Wendy,
A wonderful, moving poem. Thank you.
MSS
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Dear Sarah, Kerri, Kallie and Mark
Your kind words toward this poem are so deeply appreciated. I am glad you enjoyed it and always deeply appreciate your interest in my work and your perspective!
Take care,
my best
Wendy
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