I remember how I used to write…
Eyes closed,
Ears open.
Hearing,
Feeling,
Smelling,
Tasting,
… SEEING.
The empty bucket
Lowered
Into the well.
How much water
Gathered inside?
What other treasures
Would surface?
I pull the rope up
And bring the bucket
To my face.
I stare at the reflection.
Ripples show
The imperfections.
Reveal
the hidden truth.
The watered seed
sprouts.
Growing,
Reaching,
Blooming.
I remember how I used to write…
When I asked
to live forever,
I did not realize
That I would no longer
Be able to
Tap into that well
And
Write from within…
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“In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a robotic writer.”
– prompt used for this CW piece.
[Source: Carrot Ranch]
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WOW!
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I’ll take it as a good wow. Thanks, Rebecca!
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Devastating!
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It truly is.
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Goodness, this gives the fear of the “creative well running dry” a whole new meaning. Chilling.
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Thanks for stopping by, reading, and sharing your feedback. I think fear is definitely one of the emotions one should feel when it comes to things like that.
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Of course. It takes a lot of courage to express those types of fears as well, and just to put yourself out there in that way. It’s admirable.
Thank you for all your thoughtful comments as well.
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Indeed, it does. I still get nervous when my posts go live.
I hope you’re having a great weekend!
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Hehe, I guess it’s something all of us have to deal with constantly, but continuing to challenge ourselves and push ahead makes us stronger as well.
And I had a great weekend. I hope you had a nice, restful one!
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So true.
And – yes, I did!
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^_^
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Wow, what my heart was feeling too. Well done!!
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Thanks, Ash! You can do it! Just do it!
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Holy crud! Goldie, your story poems are brilliant! You should put together a collection of these, publish them in a book and I will happily jump the queue to buy it (yes, seriously). I would need a signed copy though!
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Wow, Stuart, thanks!
The signed copy would not be a problem.
*starts humming an indistinguishable tune as thoughts/ideas start running* I just need to create more of these.
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I got goose bumps!
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Thanks, Andrea! I know poems aren’t usually your thing, so I’m glad to hear that this one made an impression on you.
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well done; a very reflective poem on aging…
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Mhm. Thanks, Jim. Stay golden!
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Amazing Goldie!
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Thanks, Ranonymuse!
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*plays end of the world music* Run save yourself!!!! *waving hands around for maximum panic
~B
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Hahahahah! I always think of the scene from Home Alone when such a scene is described. Maximum panic achieved!
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As I said on Twitter, love the depth of this.
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Thanks, Alegria!
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Very nice. Poignant and truthful.
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Thanks, Anonymole!
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Good stuff! That fear of not being able to perform is dreadful!
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It is!
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Nice–be careful what you ask for. A literary theme that’s the equivalent of a golden oldie (from me that’s high praise). I like finding these themes and doing different things with them, which is what you did here (as opposed to say, rubbing a genie’s lamp). Go you! : )
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Yay! Thank you for your support and kind words.
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