Quills

Quills

These words are not locked
Within the confines of a book
They have a life 
Beyond the spine
Fabricating a structure
Strong and fine as ribs
Loosed
In this language of lungs
They are wrote habit
Let fly from their cages
With nibbed barbs
Designed
To pierce your soul


Words: ©2019LCR
Image: No Claim, All Rights to Original Artist 

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  1. What an extraordinary, and beautiful poem! I love the extended metaphor, and your word choice is excellent.

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    1. Thank you. I've been sitting with this image for quite some time and the words finally found me.

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  2. And getting soul-pierced has never felt so right.

    Your poetry always makes me think of the sorts of short stories I fall in love with--they are well paced, structure so that the reader can feel the punch (the piercing?) at the right time, and they leave the soul knowing that it was touched.

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    1. Thanks Magaly! I feel much the same about yours. I am always awed at how your words evoke such complex images. I find myself wanting to dive into them and swim to their depth.

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  3. There is a bit of a warning wrapped in this poem. Like the sharpness.

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    1. Thank you. I do try to make them a little pointed.

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  4. Words should be like this... sometimes I hope I would be able to find them too.

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    1. I quite often think it's a fluke when they hit me.

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  5. Words and poetry painted perfectly here! Words can be stunning and so is this poem Lori!

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  6. Loved the chosen words, the originality and the message in this. Stunning writing!

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  7. There's some neat bits of layering going on in this piece, which invites me to read it again and again to see what more I can glean. The lines "They have a life/ beyond the spine" keep drawing me back.

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    1. Thank you. I found myself getting lost in the lines as well.

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  8. I like this, Lori. A subtle warning, sort of sticks and stones like. Though not very appropriate here, as of late the language of the lungs has extended to some really obnoxious 'tweets' also.
    Thank you Lori, I appreciate those times you have come to leave comments even though I might not respond. My Sabbatical is over this week, I'd better improve. I will report on my leave, just have to make it fit into here.
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    1. It's ok. I read more than I write. And I like to comment when I can. I hope you had a good sabbatical. It's always good to recharge.

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  9. This is by far one of the most gorgeous poems I have ever read!💝 I love; " They have a life
    beyond the spine/Fabricating a structure/Strong and fine as ribs." :)

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    1. That is very high praise as I find your work just stunning in its eloquence. Thank you ever so much.

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  10. What a gorgeous write! Your imagery is beautiful!

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  11. I am always grateful to the authors and poets who can pierce my soul with their words.

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  12. language of lungs... love that!

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  13. Yes, words are powerful – such as these words!

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  14. Your words are indeed powerful

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  15. My soul has been wonderfully pierced by your most wonderful words too. And I thank you for that.
    Anna :o]

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  16. "life beyond the spine" Love that. Words are so powerful. There are times we need to hear them to know them.

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    1. I'm speaking them aloud all the time. I get a different sense of them as I hear them.

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