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December 10, 2011

If a writer’s hand you hold

justanothermemphisgirl:

If a writer’s hand you hold
beware 
the other transcribes
with unbridled fury
things of which you
may be unaware 
how tight your grip
how slow your gait
how slight your lisp
how low your weight
your tiny incidentals 
may become the stuff
of novels, plays, poetry
a world unknown to you
will come to know
you as you are known
your loves
your voices
your vices
your choices
the character of you
plays the leading role
if a writer’s hand you hold

Mmmmmm. So true. Did you read this one too, Honey? Now that I know you know where to read the words I’m writing, as I’m tap, tap, tapping on the keys of my shiny silver laptop and sparklin’ new phone. Thank you, justanothermemphisgirl! I LOVE this one. So very much. ‘Tis true. ~ Janean

December 10, 2011 Link

The Girl Soul: A Book

thegirlsoul:

Every book is a page

and every page a word

waiting for the reader’s mind

to expand it into a version

of his or her own

and watch it grow

like leaves on trees

and like trees upon lands

and like weeds in wilderness

unwatched, uncared

and every word is an intention

a piece of decision made

The Girl Soul: A Book

December 10, 2011

Crumbling Wall

splintersandmilkshakes:

You appeared in my life rather suddenly

ready to swoop me up like a tornado.

Soon a potent force whirled deep within

I was not prepared to bestow.

But you have gently chipped away at that wall,

which took many years to build.

Through your patience, warmth, and kindness,

qualities which helped my heart yield.

At times I feel this is only a dream

and I will wake in any second.

But when I gaze into your eyes, I know this is real

and that you are the one my soul has beckoned.

December 10, 2011

thegirlsoul:

a piece of thought
floating by
unwatched, uninhibited
it calmly survives
till i scream inside
my restless mind
ordering the thought
to come outside
dressed in the form
of a poetic verse… 

I call those pieces, “snippets”. I have no idea why. 

December 10, 2011

book love

pavorst:

I bought a book from an old friend yesterday. 
As I was leaving, she told me to destroy it.
She told me to dog-ear it, to demolish it,
to underline and write notes and just love it.
“This is how a book knows that you love it”, 
she told me, handing over my change.
Today, I will love my book properly. 

I like to write in books, leaving tracks of my thoughts written in the margins and the white spaces at the beginning and end of chapters. I dog-ear too. I do. However, the exception to this rule is library books. Always. Those are treated with the utmost care, for they do not belong to me. They are just in my possession temporarily. ~ Janean