Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Thirsting For Ink


our limbs are torn
our veins are sliced
and beaten to a pulp
water leaves its mark

submerged and drowned
pressed and bound
you'll find us thirsting
for a voice made of ink

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31 comments:

  1. The gift of words.. the thirst of ink.. trees are in yet another way poetry waiting to be written..

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    1. 'thirsting for a voice made of ink' is simply superb! I'm replying to Bjorn, I love his comment, too... trees are the voice that needs words to be spoken... poetry waiting to be written! I loved this take...

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    2. Thanks Madhura . . . trees really are like poetry in motion.

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  2. ooh, i love this, a great take on the voice they offer through the books we read. (at least before the e-book craze)

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  3. the thirst for ink... yeah... i can relate... so much magic in their willingness to carry those words for us..

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  4. Your poem made me realize that I hardly ever think of the trees that produce the paper we write on. Strong words here, Kathryn!

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  5. Interesting to think of that we have depended on trees for hundreds of years to give powerful words a voice!

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  6. I like -thirsting for a voice made of ink ~ In an ironic modern twist, we are now striving to be less dependent on paper & to save the trees ~ Still its the strong voice in the paper & books that moved us ~

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  7. lot of thrust in this one....kinda a counter point to mine i think...smiles
    its nice to think they embrace that destiny of holding words...

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    1. It was one of those thoughts that came to me late at night and then the tree prompt brought it to life. :)

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  8. Yes, we have silenced them, so we should do them the justice of giving them a voice once more. It's the least we can do.

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  9. I love the thirsting for a voice made of ink!

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  10. Very surreal and you are a visionary of passion and creativity.

    I love this poem by you. :)

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  11. yes - looking for ink - that's what's left.

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  12. excellent, Kathryn - what a perfect metaphor ~

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    1. Thanks Michael, this thought had been percolating and then when the tree prompt came it all came together.

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  13. Another sacrifice though for the service of mankind...powerful write...

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  14. very true and now I will think before I scribble anything.

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    1. I'm trying to expand the way I think about things . . .poetry helps with that.

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  15. Love this little vignette of letters being accepted with grace

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  16. Quite the statement, eloquently written..

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  17. This is nothing short of brilliant Kathryn!

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  18. Short and sweet every line resonates - amazing

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  19. Wow! Such an imaginative piece....to write it as a tree thirsting for a voice of ink

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    1. Thanks Susie, it was an idea I had and then when the tree prompt came it seemed like a perfect fit.

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  20. At first so violent yet ending in such a longing way... Really enjoyed this read!

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  21. Brilliant! I love the way the poem and picture interlock.

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