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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29 comments:

  1. brudbergMay 6, 2014 at 4:09 PM

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

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    1. MadhuraMay 7, 2014 at 8:58 AM

      '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. Kathryn DycheMay 8, 2014 at 8:14 AM

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

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  2. mrs mediocrityMay 6, 2014 at 4:16 PM

    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. ClaudiaMay 6, 2014 at 4:21 PM

    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. GabriellaMay 6, 2014 at 4:32 PM

    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. MaryMay 6, 2014 at 5:04 PM

    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. GraceMay 6, 2014 at 5:37 PM

    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. Brian MillerMay 6, 2014 at 5:45 PM

    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. Kathryn DycheMay 8, 2014 at 8:18 AM

      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. AnonymousMay 6, 2014 at 5:57 PM

    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. Sherry Blue SkyMay 6, 2014 at 6:29 PM

    I love the thirsting for a voice made of ink!

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  10. AnonymousMay 6, 2014 at 8:23 PM

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

    I love this poem by you. :)

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  11. AnonymousMay 6, 2014 at 9:48 PM

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

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  12. AnonymousMay 7, 2014 at 1:41 AM

    excellent, Kathryn - what a perfect metaphor ~

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    1. Kathryn DycheMay 8, 2014 at 8:15 AM

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

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  13. Sumana RoyMay 7, 2014 at 2:26 AM

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

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  14. Vandana SharmaMay 7, 2014 at 3:31 AM

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

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    1. Kathryn DycheMay 8, 2014 at 8:14 AM

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

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  15. avalonMay 7, 2014 at 7:50 AM

    Love this little vignette of letters being accepted with grace

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  16. Kathy ReedMay 7, 2014 at 8:59 AM

    Quite the statement, eloquently written..

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  17. JaneMay 7, 2014 at 11:08 AM

    This is nothing short of brilliant Kathryn!

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  18. UnknownMay 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM

    Short and sweet every line resonates - amazing

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  19. Susie ClevengerMay 7, 2014 at 10:21 PM

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

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    1. Kathryn DycheMay 8, 2014 at 8:11 AM

      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. AnonymousMay 8, 2014 at 2:16 PM

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

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  21. lahnMay 8, 2014 at 6:37 PM

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

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