quitely I sit
typing
away at the keys to my mind
black symbols form upon
a white page always changing
to the forging of my thoughts
what is speech
what is thought
and who am I to even talk?
quietly I sit
typing
away at the keys to my mind...
A contest entry
- last one- 10 minutes approximately by Cat.
400 points, ended July 17, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very profoundly written,,,"the keys to my mind" Lots of musing as you wrote this....like a start up for another poem...Very well written in such a short time!
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...it was late and I was under a time limit...but I like what I wrote because I can relate, lol...I wish I wrote more poetry by hand, though--it would feel more "real"...
also, nice poem you wrote for Brenna!--did you read Mark's?--I posted a topic on the group discussion board for all of us to tell Brenna "Happy Birthday" yet again!
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Definitely well thought and self insight graces these words...Loved the ending "quietly I sit typing away at the keys to my mind" Splendid metaphor! Is that not what we all do here...? I am old fashioned...I still use pen & paper...heheheh
Keep typing ...Oh and Congrats on the HM
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wow you are in deep mode tonight.. a very contemplative piece.. so glad to find it here.
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why thank you for the honorable mention!
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